Let the rain fall gently like a soothing sigh,
in the quiet hours of the night’s descent,
A lament whispers. It is a cheerless lament.
The rain falls but does not pacify,
tears of heaven, from a clouded sky.
Two hearts beating in shades of blue,
A lonely rhythm in the midnight air,
Echoes of solitude, a rhythm rare.
Love is a parallax as distance between us grew.
Along two lines of sight, a shifting view,
Lament, a serenade to the moon,
In the solitude, a timeless tune.
Two lines of sight, in affection’s play,
A shifting view along the heart’s array.
Love is a parallax in a motion sick swoon.
Measured by the angle of inclination,
Love’s parallax, a tender sensation.
Closer, the heartbeats reveal their truth,
Apart, love is lost in its youth.
A parallax apart, Love becomes trepidation.

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