I love thee true.

I lack the profound ability
to simplify the night
I cannot touch, nor reach it; the beauty in the light

I see by moon the shadows, and watch each falling star

In hopes to sometime
​​​​​​catch one, and place
​​​​​​It in a jar

Id wish not far the hours
But pull them close
By near

And wisper to the sleeping hollows, a poem sent by cheer

I'd summon up the very courage, to lay my burdons here

Within the night, adear
delight; if had the light
No fear

Somewhere in the morning showing, a song
So clear to fill the air

I'd tell the world I love thee true, but no longer
Are you there.