If the summer crescent
moon could talk
It would be revealed
the secrets that
laid to sleep
when the sun
took its position
As I knelt
down and soothed
its heart to the
ruby tree
of possessions
As the temperature
rose, like the
love that took
precedent
Jubilee is
a wonderful
surprise
Yearning for
your heartbeat
What a pretty
moon that
struck one’s
eyes
Can you love
ones’ past
with any
shame or
dishonor
Beautiful like
the Colorado
springs
One sees
the morning
as new shadow
of brightness
Just like the
savannah summer
Hot and humid
but leaves enchanted
for midnight whiskey
As the Sacyraoma tree
wrapped in the midst
of the secrets of
good moonshine
As the pearls wrapped
the tree trunk, the
ruby took possession
of the bark
Like the love we once
held on summer nights
at the sea
One must admit
the power of
freedom of dusky
nights as the
trees took possession
of the secrets driving
by
Shinning bright like
the summer nights
lovers’
What a pretty moment
in our time
Hanging on the
lullabies that
had you saturated
Your misty eyes
It looks like the
freedom took
a different shape
after a laps
of engagement
Five more minutes
flew by, but it
couldn’t change
what occurred
But it was worth it.
the kisses and
warm embraces
Experiences give
one the momentum
that love is at the
tip
One desires the love.
that needs me, and
not the type of love
that jealousy haunts
ones’ spirit
Which impedes
one fluidity of
seduction
I don’t want any.
love that keeps
gaged and frustrated
even keeps entrapped
But the one that expands
and flow like the sea—
If life has taught one
thing, love should
be positive, innovative, and engaging
and filled with sweet somethings
Let it be a mystery for some,
Let it be a conquest for some,
Let it be an inspiration for some,
Let it be a powerful for some
Let it be a passion for some
But it is one’s quest to say
Yes, to all—
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