we used to walk downtown
close to Christmas
you would be stoic and quiet
I would get excited over anything we saw

you wrote poems about me
you told me the most wonderful stories
I always listened
when you called me your little Sunlet

I loved you
I still do

to love a poet is not the same as to be loved by a poet.
to be loved
is so much more fulfilling
I loved you

moon

-L

Sunlet cometh so does rain they bring and spread their light again
the hope of justice the hope of pride the hope of circumstance aside
How wonder yee through fire and flame to earn the truth and sacred gain.
My feelings complex straight aside my hopes and dreams may not collide
belief replace the strength of trust,in truth it all could turn to dust.