The moon won’t tell.
It does not hear my pleas.
You’re not to be found.
I’m down on my knees.
I’ve risked and plotted
For eyes that look like yours.
I heard you in a laugh.
On a distant shore.
Did I hear you whisper?
Was it you in the crowd?
My heart knows better.
Just my cry, out loud.
There is only one you.
There is only one me.
Two souls, still searching,
Trying to believe.
Copyright (C) 2017 Penny Wilson
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Penny- so very beautiful!
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Thank you Linda!
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Brilliant Penny, I love this poem.
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Awwww, thank you Robbie! I was pretty happy with how this one turned out.
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Like the Moon I will not tell. ☺🌱💓
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Thanks for stopping by!
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You are Welcome ☺
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This is sadly beautiful 😃💛
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Thank you Walt!
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You’re very welcome! 💛
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