who is to know the right distance
the space to leave unfilled
who is to say when love
is consummated
reached its goal
achieved its only purpose
for love is like a sunrise
with its hinting
and growing
its anticipation
and then it is there
fully present
for love is like a sunset
leaving the sky ever
so slowly, teasing,
reaching with its
arms of light and color
the most beautiful
just before its gone
leaving us aching with
the hope that
love will come again.
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