For My Love Gazing at the Moon
I love you like one loves the moon,
not only in its full phase,
on a clear night,
when it's the most whole
and most unobscured.
I love you with a certain knowing,
like one knows the crescent moon,
shrouded in clouds,
is bulbous, enormous,
and luminous,
though some only see
a sliver of its face.
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