Lovelorn
Sonora Roman
The moon beckons me as it catches the clouds
Peeking through the window
She tiptoes down with carpeted steps
Muffling the noise
Down to the bed that welcomes her
Enveloping her with the comfort of earth
The moonlight caresses that lovelorn girl
with a voice pale and soft
As she speaks of the ways her heart aches
As she tells of the joys, and her deepest desires
She is revived, comes alive
By the one who made her ,
and the moon
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A Collection
PoetryA collection of poems I have written in the last couple of years.
