Romanticism. Take 1
Before the sun broke the still,
Before the moonlight glanced away,
Before the day's clanging broke through
My silent vigil
Before the moonlight glanced away,
Before the day's clanging broke through
My silent vigil
I had to capture you
the way you were
The innocent small face,
And the dancing eyes, now closed
A comfortable smile curled over that small face,
A contented smile
the way you were
The innocent small face,
And the dancing eyes, now closed
A comfortable smile curled over that small face,
A contented smile
You always asked me why I'm never contented, never
satisfied. Now, on this couch by the fire, looking at you, I am. But you'll
never see me contented, and it will always be so, the absent critical lover and
his mayflower.
I did not go around to get my SLR, for i feared losing that
moment, that body in the fading moonlight. I vaguely remembered Bukowski-
"Your leg, my leg
your arm, my arm"
"Your leg, my leg
your arm, my arm"
The Greek mythology must be partially right. Or I have lived
my whole life.
Super!😍
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