We live in a world


    of eternal sunrises and sunsets.


    My eyes turn westward,


    to where my heart beats


    across the sea.


    A world too small


    to contain our hopes,


    too vile


    for our dreams


    "Why, then,"


    she asks,


    "are you so kind to me,


    when the world is so cruel


    to all the things we want and dream?"


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    I look up at the sky,


    where she resides,


    the lady with the night


    in her eyes,


    a gaze filled with the moon and stars,


    with foxfire in her hair,


    and truth in her smile,


    and glory in her innocence.


    And I was amazed


    that she could not see,


    that I was kind to her


    because she was kind enough


    to be a part of this world,


    and to live in it with me.