Strong emotions beset my soul.
I lose my will.
Mystically-feminine luna tilts my chin and I confess: secrets revealed on a darkly, compelling breeze.
She reminds me of life’s revelations;
nostalgia, not pain.
To feel love eternal even if I am finite:
pieces and parts molded to fit though I don’t know what they’re made of.
Light shafts bore through me.
Rearrange all she sees.
Consider my flaws inclusions,
reflect the best I can be:
A wish to create something beautiful.
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