awakened at dusk, the full moon is rising,
around her house I run free.
protecting the night from creatures roaming,
and other beasts she can't see.
I warm her fingers and quicken her breathing,
but chill her again with a kiss.
nights pass and her eyes grow distant,
it is only she I will miss.
the moon summons tears as a gentle reminder,
and day by day I grow weak.
I wish that I'd come out and told her,
and that I wasn't too frightened to speak.
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