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The Moon and His Lily
I have never known love like
the moon and his lily,
separated by immeasurable distance
but closer
than the cells that build their corporeal forms.
hearts intertwined tight
with akai ito,
the way lover's hands intertwine
in moments of passion.
tied so tightly with silk red string
that could cut off circulation
but not quite sever their bond.
The moon and his lily
are one,
in the way nations join
to form another,
the way two halves of an apple,
with the hard, bitter core,
are forced together as a whole.
The moon and his lily
are innocent, pure;
kind hearts that cannot be tainted
by cruel intentions.
They follow their paths,
parallel but somewhere connected
in some cosmic junction.
The moon and his lily
are friends of mine,
always present
though physically afar.
I will never know love like
the moon and his lily;
Nothing else catches the focus
or their heart's camera eye.
to know love like
The moon and his lily
is a rare treasure
preserved under glass.
Copyright ©
Han Marlo
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