He once said to me,
"You are a woman of beauty,
A woman of light.
Full of grace and bittersweet naivety.
Soul full of sorrow."
I laughed at this and took his hand,
Under bright stars,
And the pale moon,
We danced upon the sand.
That day my heart was ripe,
And he filled it with his pain.
He set me free to wait for him,
To love him in vain.














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