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.