When I think of thee

I think of times

And moonlight rhymes

How I long to see

It would be hypocrisy

In essence your my own worst enemy.

How I’d love to see your face

I loathe the thought

But yearn for the love we shared

I can can see your eyes

I can see your face

But I must replace

I fear the future

But long for beginning

For I know it will be forgiving.