Soul wanders
through the darkness
searching for your light.
It floats blind and lost
searching behind
the stars each night.
Heat remembered
frustrates and
fuels the fire.
Full moon rises
sparking rebellion,
tears and desire.
I want! I want!
soul screams out
to the empty night.
Its over. It’s over.
Must be accepted
by each daylight.
Women Who Think Too Much by Jeanne Marie 
Wonderful poem, Jeanne Marie.
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Thank you so much. 😍
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