That smile is so broad.
It could swallow time alive.
And methinks the clock is later than we believe,
'cos a century had passed,
where I busy the night,
adoring every strand of your blonde hair.
My love for you is resilient.
But your smile wanes at dawn,
when your enemy-the sun comes up
with flaming strands of hair
to oversee our daily routine,
with harshness on our skins.
I am so faithful.
My thoughts gather on every twilight
like pregnant clouds
to adore the tired smile on your face.
As you smile shyly away.
But I keep hope alive
knowing you would come up
soon after the sun had gone down,
behind the hill where the sky bends
as if to have a word with the hill.
You dispel darkness nightly,
with an Illuminating smile.
I hail ye moon.
I love your shyness and generosity.
Which comes nocturnally.
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