She shimmers in the moonlight,
As I watch her from afar.
Her gentle contemplation soothes
Beneath my evening star.
Her hair cascades and tumbles
Yet none seem out of place,
An impossible perfection
Which frames the softest face.
Her figure graced the evening
Each curve a wave of joy.
Unparalelled in beauty,
Demure, reserved and coy.
I wish that I could tell her of
The love that burns inside,
But hope must linger, dwindling,
As it stands against the tide.
Time will take her from me,
And leave me as before,
Half a wistful melody
On an uncompleted score.
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