I can't stop looking at you
like a moth in the woods
blinded by the moon,
guided by its hue.
You are everything I choose
from your soul to your shoes,
you will always be the muse
that I am dying to woo.
You deserve a love like this
to be someone's abyss
like you are to me.
But I deserve a love like that
someone to love me back
without having to act,
without wanting to flee.
Mar Fresno
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