She bears the emblem of the crescent moon upon her chest
Sinking, seeing the warmth of her bosom, I’m in need of a rest.
She speaks to angels who guide her thoughts, she’s seeking
All it is that mortal man hath ever sought,
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the truth is compromise.... He cares but can’t reveal Or speak of the way he feels Still his heart doth weep In and out of sleeping. well done.......diction is unique......