the moon is jealous;
summoning the night to obscure you
infinitely lovelier
the sun is no better;
her light shines to make us part, our bed
infinitely warmer
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the moon is jealous;
summoning the night to obscure you
infinitely lovelier
the sun is no better;
her light shines to make us part, our bed
infinitely warmer
Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
poetry at its finest—simple and profound!