She sat atop the ruins by the sea
Staring silently, blocking the revelry
The moon shines but making her lonely
The darkness masks her thoughts
The play of light beckons to him
Flitting across her lovely face
Silhouetted by shadows but glowing
In her stillness he finds peace
He sat silently beside her at the ruins
Reaching out, simply offering
The best that he is and she can see
In his eyes the best she is and can be
The silence broken by hearts beating
The same music they're hearing
It plays on and on, their hands touch
And the moon their silent witness.
- for the women who have discovered their beauty through a man's eyes and for the men who have recognized beauty and bravely shown everything that he is.
10/10 10:53pm
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