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Should I compare your beauty to a rose
Or your eyes to pale pools of bluest water
Or shall I say that your beauty is like a moon rise
On some distant planet only imagined as I sleep

You are the moon in that dream
Your beams shining down illuminating my darkness
You hover bold and bright but ever unattainable
And yet night after night I reach out

To moon beams in darkness, intangible...