Moon Child
I shall not swear my love for you,
not by the moon,
for the moon is fickle and ever-changing.
She is never whole for long,
but my love is.
I love you complete,
every fiber of skin,
every blink of your eyelid,
each step that you take
leading you closer to me.
But, you see, I am the incomplete one,
I am the moon,
ever-changing, ever-leaving,
fickle as the silver reflection of the sun.
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