Why can't I forget her? Why does she consume me?

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She loved a poet
who loved to write,
about her.

He scribbled,
took notes,
created stanzas
and perfected poems,
about her.

He wrote
about her sorrowful eyes
the way the moon
lit up the darkness
within her,
the way her hair
curled lovingly around his fingers
as if it was meant to be.

He wrote about the angle of her curvy hips
sloping gently from her waist,
the perfect fit for his hands.

He continued to write
during the days
her tears began to fall,
even as she left
for the last time.
He, sadly,
let her slip through his fingers
and continued to write.

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Which moon you have taken?
Crescent, half, full moon
or the dark one -

I think,
Crescent is the hope
As it tries to move you -

A half moon,
As if you are in half a way,
You should be pushed to drive rest -

The full moon,
As if the first love is dancing in the moon
And you are kissing

And the dark one,
You are drinking alone the beauty
When your love is whispering -

@ Musfiq us shaleheen