The sun was a beacon,
A light in the moon's heart.For centuries, he'd follow her,
He'd be so close.
That it was almost as though
He could reach out
And touch her.Reaching out but
Never fully having her in his arms
But he never gave up.His love for her would last
For an eternity.He would always follow her
Wherever she went.That is what it is
To love
Irrevocably.- The love that doesn't give up
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From the Hopeless Romantics - The Anthology
PoetryPoems about how it feels to be a hopeless romantic