Timere

Dark hair,
Brown eyes,
'I'd love to care' - her voice 
Loudly cuts through the air.
While I admire the beauty,
She plays hide and seek 
On the dark moon's side.
'I wish I'd be there!' - I think to myself
When she slips back to where
I seen her first time,
My heart skips a beat,
However, she is unaware. 

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