Moonstruck

I must confess!
I have loved the moon
more than,
I can ever love the sun.
That’s what kept me warm
on the starless nights-
in those nights,
when clouds were thick
heavy and tight;
In those times,
when rain poured
and poured,
tiny wet meteorites-
unstoppable floods of pain
that crashed,
in my flesh and heart.
I must confess!
I loved her too much
and all of her shapes;
I loved that insanity
that once in a month she gave; 
I loved her moves
even when she went away;
I loved her, I loved her,
I know…
I deserve to be called insane.



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