My Love

The sky is blue, the moon is bright

silent night, the dark of night, 

hearing nothing but the churping of love songs,

going along with fireflys light,

gazing at the stars, wondering where you are,

never forgeting the day we met,

hopeing one day you'll be mine.

This poem is about: 
Me
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