I sit and look at the moon
No, I was not born with a silver spoon
Just a passionate soul most don’t see,
And all the love that’s hidden in me!
Looks in my eyes you may not catch,
But I guess that is a bit of a stretch –
My eyes hold such passion there . . .
But most are too busy to care –
Feelings so deep that even I don’t see
The truth that evades the truth in me!
I sit and look at the moon
As shadows cross an empty room . . .
Passion, it’s just the strangest thing –
When love has to endure such pain!
Epaphroditus© November 5, 2023
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