As I looked up at the sky, full of stars,
I saw her face etched across the heaven,
some parts too prominent and some too vague,
still, it was her face, said my throbbing heart!
Did my eyes begin to hallucinate
or, is it the nature of human love,
that our forlorn minds and souls start to see
the face of love, all around, all the time?
When darkness falls on her side of the world,
my senses grow weary from a blunt pain,
as if the blood in my veins has flown to
counter the drought, parching my arteries!
Until the first light of dawn can see her again,
like me the dark night itself seems to grow insane!
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