Romance of the Poet With the Moon
My beloved
it doesn't belong to me ...
so I live tearful,
not conform ...
She is charmingly
appealing
she phenomenally
attractive ...
I love her, and she
loves me but
she is not all mine ...
We are different,
but our love
it's pure:
i am always dress,
She is always
naked ...
We live apart,
but always together ...
for all she
undress,
but only for me
Reveals herself...
We love each other in verses
in space or on the street ...
I am faithful lover
poet,
she fickle but faithful
lover ... the moon ...!
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