The crescent moon stops for while
In the middle of the sky
To drop some sweet words knowing
Without her love I may die
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Beautiful composition. Indeed this is possible. The moon says that her love can Make me a perfect man If while keeping her happy I will Endure sorrow and pain...these lines are beautiful.
A poem about enduring sorrow and pain. Gorgeously worded and amazingly rendered. I have enjoyed very much! Thank you so much for sharing,