Yellow the moon that dark night,
taking my soul into its orbiting flight,
reminding me of love, yet unrequited,
silent and imposing, marked and unknighted,
sadly it marches across that deep sky,
with hearts, and love, trailing the baleful eye.
Sadly, I turned my face away,
lest I be one of the hearts flayed.
Desire, imagination, tenderness undiscovered,
what future is there with love unsatisfied.
My hope, will strain its leash,
My best friend, love and peace.
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