Bring me back the pale blue moonlight, that softly slid under my barred wooden window that one night I declared I would never love again.
But oh!
Such promises are made in vain.
For when the star-speckled, silver sky clears after January rain and beckons you to lose yourself in its all-encompassing midnight brilliance-
You chuckle inwardly, chastising yourself-
Oh what a fool I have been!
I am Woman and I cannot but choose to love!
But tonight, for the first time, before I love the wanton sky or the burning stars or even him-
I will first love Myself.
But oh!
Such promises are made in vain.
For when the star-speckled, silver sky clears after January rain and beckons you to lose yourself in its all-encompassing midnight brilliance-
You chuckle inwardly, chastising yourself-
Oh what a fool I have been!
I am Woman and I cannot but choose to love!
But tonight, for the first time, before I love the wanton sky or the burning stars or even him-
I will first love Myself.
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