Poem written by Lonelyhearts1224 on Sunday 11, October 2020

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A poem romancing the moon

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Moon Moon, why doth thou deny me the delight of bathing in thy light, this night. Doth thou not know our hearts pulsate as one when thy, seduction glows. Curse only those, whose transgressions stain thy, purity. Negate their incessant, noxious pleas to covet, thee. Like lust-filled lovers thou hast shunned, from thy, celestial embrace. Who blind and vexed budge amoungst us, in a haze without thy, sensual woo. Mil stars, to hasten this fool's end than 'tis to knife mine tender twine that binds thou, Patient Moon. Such strange and wicked things are heard. Thou hast created ghosts, of those thou oust from thy, nocturnal wed. Is this their same damnation, thou hath send me, O, Sweet Moon. The illest fate, for those defaming love; The vain children of amour's distorted views. Such passions, held this spirit whole; Henceforth, reanimate the bones. Reciting to thee, Moon eloquent phrases. While, harboring sweet ardor beneath this wanton slab..... now home written on: August 31, 2020

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    Very good.