In the run ins
of the ins and outs of my love.
I've found
I've never loved anything
as much as I've loved
the shadow he cast.
His shadow
was wonderful,
but the light framed his face
like a halo frames
the fruit of a flame.
And at times,
his beauty was too much.
His shadow
was much easier to love.
It appeared
and disappeared.
When the sun would set
like it always does.
in the far off hills,
by the time,
shadow lover
disappeared
There was no ray
cast on his brow
His shadow was less disappointing.
He created,
Shadow perfection;
perfection in the form of
beauty that comes between
the light he casts
and my cold surface.
Beautiful shapes
he created.
The second his foot
graced my floors.
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