The Sun and MoonA Poem by PhDangOh dearest beloved, can't thou see'th, Our conversations are like lost seraph, That thou and I are like the sun and moon, Rarely meeting, but soon eclipsing in tune; Each passing smile, each gazing firm eyes, I find myself pondering on the whys... Why is it hard to approach such beauty? Death I say would be an easier duty! The day grows shorter, I grow impatient, Only thine smile can cure such a patient. I wait in toil, as I watch from afar, wondering of when we will be on par. Just as how the sun sheds light to the moon, The moon shines back, as a steady harpoon.
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