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Heaven’s Eclipse

Finn Wagner - April 23, 2024

Today, the gloomy skies have decided

to calm and sit at bay;

for, again, I am delighted 

to stroke and kiss Your face.

Lonesome days have morphed to one; alone

like spoken words missing meaning.

Shrouded beneath a veil of gentle dreaming

hides a promise—the forever throne.

Delicate rays of sunlight kiss my hand,

driving me to yours.

Gone are the days I’m not Your man,

so I will love You tomorrow and forever many more.

With a creeping smile sealing my lips—

for You are the purest perfection,

my one and only heaven—

I plead: “Baby, look. Look where the pale moon sits.

Bask in the beauty of its elegant eclipse.”

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