Orb Of Night

Orb Of Night prose poem

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The Orb of night shines its light of love only on you-
I cannot love another-
Fate has decided that this is the truth-
My heart is determined to love you only-
My soul is connected to you alone-
To seek someone else is a futile endeavor-
A waste of time-
I will love you forever-
I long for your kisses-
They elude me it’s true-
I long to caress you-
Yet this is a dream-
More like a nightmare-
Often it seems-
Your good morning dear I never will hear-
Your goodnight my love will not touch my ears-
The sun is blocked by my cloud of despair-
Like Sisyphus pushing a rock up a hill-
I always will long yet never fulfill-
At best you love me just as a friend-
You find it amusing that I long for your touch-
That I find you attractive-
That I love you so much-
You find it funny that I die at your sight-
I die just a little-
Yes it is true-
I die for wanting yet not having you-
Your spirit, your beauty will haunt me forever-
You are the only-
There can be no othe

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