Dear boy who shapes the day,
Today I realized that our life together
Will be one big poem
Filled with words that only the sun,
Dripping with its own vain glory,
Will be able to witness and repeat.
But the birds and the bees will learn,
And, my oh my, will they do a fine good job
At singing our praise.
Sincerely,
The girl who molds the night
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Letters from the moon to the sun...
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