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THE BELOVED MATTERS
Night is like a monster
Which threatens to devour me
When my beloved one
Is not around.
The half moon hides
Behind dark clouds
And the spring breeze pauses
Like a frightened angel
Stopped while on its way
To greet incurable romantics.
The lonely heart looks
All around
A glance at the cell phone
A quick look at the emails
In a bid for some comfort
Which only her presence brings.
But silence pervades
On the wings of emptiness.
She may be asleep
She may be busy
Says the lovelorn heart
And the mind holds on
Grasping the memories
Of the moments shared with her.
Where there is true love
There is an innate understanding
Which always cares
And thinks of the beloved's well-being
And peace and comfort.
And the soul readies itself
To battle the demons lurking
In the shadows of temporary darkness.
I like this poem, well done.