Love

As the waning moon and
the graceful star of Venus revolve
in universal harmony,

And the chariots of the 
fiery God slowly descend into
the open arms of the sea,

I think of you and realized 
that all the wonders of the world
will never be able to
rival the beauty of your face.



15 June 2001 - 4:46pm

After hiding this poem for around two years, I've decided to publish it. I wanted to keep it longer in hopes that I could continue writing the rest of it, but I guess this is all there is to it. I present to you, the only decent love poem I've ever written. Inspired to write it while looking at the evening sky, from a hospital balcony. 

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