My vision of you,
Belied if tallied with stars in the night,
Like the moon lit blue.
Don’t tell me it’s true,
When I dare say you’re my sunlight,
If asked my vision of you.
Because there are so few,
Paintings that describe you right,
Your beauty like the moon lit blue.
Won’t you tell me a clue?
How do I eternalize this precious kite?
To keep my vision of you.
If only you knew,
You leave me breathless, gone my flight,
Tamed like the moon lit blue.
I pledge my true-blue
Forever be my pride, my delight, my side,
For my vision of you,
Is authentic like the moon lit blue.
Aug 7, 2023
Aug 7, 2023 at 11:47 AM UTC
My vision of you,
Belied if tallied with stars in the night,
Like the moon lit blue.
Don’t tell me it’s true,
When I dare say you’re my sunlight,
If asked my vision of you.
Because there are so few,
Paintings that describe you right,
Your beauty like the moon lit blue.
Won’t you tell me a clue?
How do I eternalize this precious kite?
To keep my vision of you.
If only you knew,
You leave me breathless, gone my flight,
Tamed like the moon lit blue.
I pledge my true-blue
Forever be my pride, my delight, my side,
For my vision of you,
Is authentic like the moon lit blue.
My first tale,
Of villanelle,
So love I tell;
Though not too well,
Of a villanelle.
(Bulan Biru: Blue Moon)
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