Looking Through Stained Glass

If I'll Know
Trashing TV Not Allowed
I watch the moon so cold and pale
As to the dawn it starts to vale
Its glow reflecting in the dew
I can’t decide what plight is worst
In sun or moon should a heart burst?
As I recall the warmth of you

Your inner hue, not just your touch
Although granted I miss it much
The deep rumbled “je t’adore”
When without fear your soul sprang free
And laid it's care in none but me
And how it blessed me to my core

Its in these times I question if
I’ll know that kind of love once more

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