Dark love is the love that is never named. ― Lorca
Unreachable Beauty
I stop at night In the garden To watch The Moon face In black water,
So lovely,
Trembling
In the dark...
Yet when I touch it It departs.
In the same way
I saw your face
Gleam In the darkness Above me.
The light flared But quickly Disappeared...
So sad how you flee And hide from me.
Silent as the Moon
In your quiet afternoon,
Solitary and white In your starry heights.
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