At my window, he waited- impatient, yearning,
For the love of his dreams, for her heart's returning.
I waited with him, the Moon Prince in the night,
For his bride to appear, bathed in soft silver light.
But then the sky veiled him, darkened and deep,
With a blackened shroud that made my heart weep.
How will his bride find him, lost in the gloom?
My soul cried for her, yet hoped they'd bloom.
Then through the dark, he appeared once more,
Whispering softly, "I’ll fight to the core.
No sky, no shadow will keep us apart;
For she is my light, the beat of my heart."
And as I wove tales of their love so divine,
My eyes refused rest, entranced by the sign-
That even the heavens, vast and wide,
Could never dim the love of the Moon and his bride.
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Her Songs
PoetryIn the quiet corners of my heart, I've gathered whispers of thought, woven with the threads of dreams. Though I do not claim the title of poet, nor of masterful writer, I've chosen to give wings to my musings, letting them soar free on the winds of...
