Some Love

The moon gazes tenderly on the unspectacular spectacle of my deep love for you...

It observes the kisses unreturned, the glances unmet, and my unclothed desire.

And as I toil beneath several alert moons and aware suns, I hope against hope and receive just that: hope.

Cloaked in this fragile hope, I wander anew the well-worn path.

And feel keenly the biting wind of passing time...