Moon
It is not the ocean I see in her eyes,
But the radiant Moon,
The contellations that define our galaxy,
And the Sun we endlessly revolve around.
She is infinite,
Lost in herself as I long to be.
The stardust within her
Glimmers in her every curl
Out of every freckle
In each of her lustrous smiles.
She is a marvel
Too often lost.
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