The Moon

An outbirst of love Love relinquished but not returned he doesnt know or just doest care To give love is better then to take love or not to give it at all The thought of him trampled and stamped on my soul oh the yearning of what has not returned does he know does he care is he just now a memory of what was and whats not possible the moon is what I call him Rona who has no voice the poet I say with a voice but without courage to give or even know the love thats needed by his embrace a hidden and secret want or just memory thats stamped on the heart of my soul.