A Treasure Chest

My heart is the starry night sky,
and she is the moon.
It’s always been her.
And me.
Thousands of ink strokes across hundreds of papers
simply couldn’t define our inseparable bond.
We lost ourselves in a lost art.
But I could never lose such a masterpiece.
The moon in my sky rises each night to greet my trembling lips with a kiss.
A warmth so Earth-shattering,
even thieves turn over in their shallow graves.


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