Little King of Sorrows


Between you, the moon, and me.


Riding a prayer to the man on the moon.
My soul is in anguish.
By love lost too soon.
We could've had it all.
What money will not buy.
All my heart desires.
I find behind your eyes.
No need to sail the seas,
for the beauty wouldn't do.
For pardise within my heart,
Is only found with you.
Running wild in circles,
still I can't obtain.
For when the moonlight beckons,
I can only stare in pain.
I know this cannot happen.
No longer can we be.
But I will always love you.
Between you, the moon, and me.

Submitted: Monday, June 03, 2013
Edited: Friday, August 02, 2013

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  • Vartika Pandey (6/4/2013 1:04:00 AM)

    Paradise in my heart...! It's a short but really effective poem. Great job! You are heartily welcome to read my poems and give views.. (Report) Reply

  • Sj Holland (6/3/2013 8:34:00 PM)

    I like this sweet romance poem. The descriptive lines are easy to follow and understand. Nothing abstract or obtuse. Just simple, heartfelt language that removes the mundane from the rhyming verse format. The title and last line are very poignant, and so is the poet's name. (Report) Reply

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