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Maybe I'm just moonstruck
but the color of your eyes could inspire a religion
and I could write a hymn
to every laugh line when you smile
Maybe it's just the moonlight
that has softened our faces
and given us a glow
but when I'm with you I feel like I'm still a kid
Maybe it makes dogs howl like wolves
Maybe it unites lovers
Maybe it incites lunacy
Maybe it's just a moon
but when I feel my heart race like this
I am a proselyte.
submitted for Sunday Challenge, featuring Mama Zen, at Imaginary Garden With Real Toads
Moonstruck..I love that feeling. When it doesn't matter that I have aged and my husband looks at me with such love...beautiful poem
Absolutely gorgeous. I love poems that celebrate the love and eros of growing middle aged. (That's how I read it.) Passion is certainly not the prerogative of the young! Beautiful!
I like it, Mouse Girl! I would probably like it even more if I knew what a pros...pers...what one of those is!
I have never been moonstruck that I can remember
smiles...still being together to see those changes itself is a beautiful thing these days...smiles...love it
This is just an excellent exploration of emotions and objectivity. I loved it.
It seems like it wasn't all that long ago that I became a proselyte to your words.
And I have been bowing and leaving little sacrifices ever since.
I can still remember the first flush of love I felt for my old man. Still gives me the butterflies at times (he scrubs up well!) but for passion's sake don't tell him!!!
I am crazy about those first two line! Wow!
Sorry it took me so long to get here. Been terribly sick, dahling.
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