Azure midnights of sugar fights,
sweet bites and white kites
are so cold to hold as moments
without your scold.
I turn purple,
frees a liquid pearl that does curl.
Sun fires a gun,
making rainbow colors run,
and everything lovely, gone.
But I see you still beautifully,
miss you dearly.
Because I love you, like I love the moon.
Written in May 8, 2009
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