In the moonlight I felt your heart,
Quiver like a bow string’s pulse.
In the moon’s pale light,
You looked at me.
Nobody knows your heart.
When the sun has gone, I see you,
Beautiful and haunting but cold,
Like the blade of a knife so sharp, so sweet.
Nobody knows your heart.
All of your sorrow, grief and pain,
Locked away in the forest of the night.
Your secret heart belongs to the world
Of the things that sigh in the dark.
Of the things that cry in the dark.
YummyCatBurger Community Member 
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