When the full moon sings, in the cold night air
and your heart bleeds... emanating despair;
know my love, envelops... with lonesome care
My heart in hand... in empathy, I swear;
please choose to love... our love, will not compare
We've got it made, have faith; let your heart... dare
The day... with it's infamous, torrid glare;
shadows night, in her, celestial prayer
Sacred heart's serenity, I will share...
our love, so cosmic, will transcend... all flare
© Debbie Razey 2015
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