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All alone in white he stood
staring at me for long;
Lost in the wilderness between
was thoughts of intense love.

Calm and pale,a man so fair
Never in my life had seen,o dear
When danced I a step or two
To please my Lord,not so near.

Rounded was he,
that I cupped in my hand
But still far was he
O!Only if I could touch thee.

Romantic and tempting,he sat
In a kingdom so far
Born to rule,a night so cool
and me thy girl,so pure.

On a mission thy go
when lost are you:
for days I weep
cause I cannot see you.

But today you reign
there in a distant land
Beyond my reach and beyond my touch
O!yet I am happy
for you fill my dreams and guard my sleep
If not for you,my dreams never would shine.

All for you,my Love
I wait,all day
O! my Mr.Moon!

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  1. aravindNovember 20, 2009 at 7:57 PM

    hey, i am just amazed by your poem yaar, there is a nice cadence, n it is really a matter of a pleasure to read it. and u r so romantic yaar;)....

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  2. archiving meNovember 21, 2009 at 1:24 PM

    I say Mr. moon is lucky to get someone who writes likes this:)

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