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Slowly closing your green eyes,

your face softens,

and I'm consumed in your glow.

My heart aches as the moonlight

pours down on you.

Emotions stampede through my soul;

I wonder if this is how

you imagined it would be with me.

Then wetness flows down my

cheek as I try to whisper,

please don't hate me if tonight

is our last goodnight,

I Love You.

Published / Copyright 2007 by the International Library of Poetry

*The International Who's Who in Poetry