Wishing to be warm
They thought about each other
In each others arms

Embraced in the warmth of heart
Ignited by loves fire

She read my poem
But she wasn't impressed by the tone
She expected Shakespeare

But I'm not the one

I have no bliss
For a woman to wish
To be my own

She read how I write
And I guess she don't like
What I got going on

She expected Bukowski
Not a poet this lousy

I should've gave up
But it was they way she aroused me
That kept me writing profoundly

Yet I'm still left lonely

The price I paid
Was the cost I lost
Because she expected Robert Frost

She read my poem
But it was only me

She got

I'm not like the sunlight, I'm not warm and bright
My rays don't sparkle nor glisten with light
People aren't drawn to me in the summer haze
They don't spend their afternoons adoring my gaze

I'm more like the moonlight within the darkest nights
Not bright nor beautiful but still providing some light
My rays are soft and gentle, peaceful as such
I won't burn nor blister the people with my touch

And though I arent as loved, nor am I as romanticized by poets
I'll hide in the shadows of silver clouds, You'd hardly even notice
But I'll give you what I can, I'll listen to your woes
So even on the darkest nights, you won't feel so alone

So come sit upon the rooftops, every once in a while
Rugged up in a blanket, show me that perfectly imperfect smile
Cause even though I can't provide the same love, as the sun gives days
I promise I'll stay by your side, giving you little glisten of moonlight
Forever and Aways

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