She was a
Sight for sore eyes
He kept looking
At her
How a thief looks
At gold At midnight
She felt used by
People
Again and again
She felt herself
So close to the deep end
She was broken and wanted
To be perfect
He knew it would
Take time but
Waited for
Her sake
She thought he would
Leave
But he loved her alot
And wanted her to believe
They were like
The sun and the moon
The child barley
Meet eachother
But as time changed
God created ways
For their love
To be eternal
It was a beautiful
Sight At the glimpse
But the world
Named it
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ECLIPSE
Ps: I know it is a bit longer than the other poems. And the quote above is by R.Queen.
