My love is sleeping

My love is sleeping
In my heart, the flame
A lowly ember, still burns
For her. To my love
I give this body,
I have nothing else
For she already owns
My soul. She is the sun
That brightens my day;
I am just a pale moon
Reflecting her light
At night, waiting for love
To wake and love again.

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