Away My Blues

Poems and Things

His love is not quite ordinary, the way he shows me mine.
The dearth some days consuming,
other ones do shine.

Even when waning moon doth beg
for the day to turn anew,
His softly uttered suplication
turns away my blues.

Maybe we pair are typical,
with bits of joy and heartache.
Our brimming hearts still love, overfill and sometimes break.

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