You come stealthily as in a dream
Wearing that winsome smile
You are the ghost of my past longings
I keep on looking as you shift
From phase to phase, transforming
I never can tire of looking
You make me wonder what you
Will look next time, ever changing
You - the centered moon of my life
Sometimes so near, other times
So far, escaping my reach
But making me every night aspire...
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