The Lovers

Their eyes meet,

And the look that they share

Is the same as when

The moon and I glare

Into each other's soul.

Only ours is pretend,

And theirs is real.

I wonder what theirs

Would be like to feel.

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Their smiles shine,

As bright as the sun,

Not as bright as mine,

Which is like when winter comes.

Mine is cold,

Theirs is warm.

I long for a smile

From a true person.

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Those girls are in love,

Yet I am not.

The only love in my heart

Comes from above.

But I wish to feel,

As they both do,

The wind and the waves,

And the green grass underfoot.