You are the ink that fuels my pen,
Demanding always, just another line,
And when I've written yet another ten,
You ask for more, and I cannot deny.
Friday, 6 April 2007
Crescent
The moon takes a cue from your smile, And smiles in turn, a crescent in the night. All the world is entranced for a while, Though they look at the moon, They see you, in the light.
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