Another of these love poems that I can’t come up with a title for.

From the archives:

Staring into those eyes
Immersed in their depths
underneath the stars that shone so bright
Only for her.

Caressing her hair
Like the wind
That seemed to stir
Only for her

Like the gentle lapping of the waves
on her feet
As the moon shone

A figure
by the shore
under the moon and the stars
Lonely. Lost.