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A full circle of love,
has appeared in my mind.
Wondering now, about
a circle of love, this kind.

I love to use words,
most of the time,
so, they flow smoothly
and will usually rhyme.

A long journey,
a trip to the Sun,
riding a rocket,
should be fun.

I've traveled for miles,
to find where you are.
Searching the universe,
every planet and star.

When I find you,
happy I'll be,
for you are elusive,
especially for me.

A million smiles,
is what I'll see,
when we meet,
if time is free.

All you young lover,
across the broad sea,
return to your birthplace
for she is awaiting thee.

Love is you.
Love, you are,
close to me,
near or far.

Forlorn the Soul,
awaiting thee,
I need more energy,
designed for me.

When a new day
dawns on the morrow,
will it be joyful
or only be sorrow?

Sorrow seems to
own the day,
when Joy
never finds its way.

A grayness of life
covering the ground.
No colors to see,
no noise, no sound.

What a time in life,
when all is gray.
No matter the choice,
you will never stay.

I would like to fly
through the clouds,
of a rose-colored sky.
To soar to the heights,
close to the Sun,
with memories of
how our love started,
when we were young.

Lacey the wings,
fragile and lite.
Beautiful colors,
blessing your sight.

When will we change?
What will it be,
when all of the World
are happy as we?

I hear the words rattle
inside my head.
No escape for the moment,
but just instead,
I'll write words tomorrow,
they may be read.

It came at night
to steal your Soul.
No second chance,
the evening ghoul.

The moon waxes
from high above,
what has happened
to our eternal love?