The One That Got Away (Ii) Poem by Ollie Slaney

No star I saw, had ever shone so pure
It cursed my eyes yet kissed all else in sight.
Disturbed my youthful halcyon like an oar,
And chilled me with a lake of hallowed light.
She hurt me, but how lovely her touch felt,
Her burning cleansed a body stiff with sin.
I knew that I should not let her compel,
Her tapestry of lies weaved, heaved me in.
She emits, and thus omits me from her heart,
So silently expels me from her shroud,
I watched the fading of my little star,
As she melted, once again, into the clouds.

How can skin so pale walk on alone?
If she's a star then I must be her moon.