Shall I compare thee to the moon?
Serene as an infant
Mild as the dew that falls from leaves
But no; for even moon veils herself
Behind the shadows
Shamed by the radiance,
Radiance of the
Enigma that surrounds you
Let it fascinate me
Let the gods be intoxicated
Let the misery befall upon them
For they are no mortals
To be beside you
May the angels envy
The beauty that conspire thee
May the angels conceal themselves
Before you; May they crave
Crave the grandeur you possess
Unreachable you are
But I still hope
Untouchable you are
But I still wish
For I am but a firefly
A firefly in love with the light
Flames of a candle
Knowing it shall be the end
But to get closer I must
For you are the lines
Lines of my unfinished poem
Poet I am; Poem you shall be mine
Poet I am; A Poet In Love
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