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| Moonlight Your heart grants me joy Your voice, every hope Your touch, all my strength Your eyes, my surrender. But in shadow, I remain Impassive in your presence Broken-hearted by distance Lost. Wholly lost. Words, oh cursed am I Propriety, my enemy Desire, my ally Time, my end. Dreams, my reality Darkness, a friend As moonlight falls softly Upon your fair skin. Douglas Fletcher 11/07/2004 |