when the moon whispers

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the moon whispers to me all these blooming of love she witnesses during her time,
and most of it gets lost as i can't help but stare at her eyes

they shine, you see
basked in loneliness and desire

not the loathing kind

the kind where she wishes her skin could absorb love - to feel the love that's set aside only for her

her eyes shine,
her voice taunt, 
my heart hers

many a blooming of love did she witnesse;
many a years she must have waited,
for now she does not see when it blooms for her

yet the longing pools in her orbs and sometimes, the longing weighs too heavy to bear and they slip down her chin

the kind of love she looks for hasn't arrived

the eternal kind

how do i tell her that spring does not last forever? that love is but a single thing, a single moment, a single feeling, a single night

how, pray, do i tell her