paleothea

The moon, in pursuit of the sun, flies across the sky, To be by your side, I too would fly. Like the flower, opening to the light, I blossom under your gaze, much to my delight. You may not know that I exist, The frequent glances I throw to you are always missed. My love, it seems, will always be in overcast I cannot shine, next to her, I barely contrast. The lucky one who receives your smiles and grace, She stands far above me because of her perfectly sculptured face. If you decide that a mind of wit and a soul of gold is what you seek, Then here I will be, a wide smile crossing from cheek to cheek. Until this day comes and your vision is c