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My Alien Love

by Richard H. Fay

My love’s maroon face lights up the dim night
Whenever she is snuggled next to me.
Her thousand and one pale eyes glitter bright
Like starlit sparkles in a wine-dark sea.

I take her seven-fingered hands in mine
And swear a solemn promise to be true.
Her sorrel tentacles, so soft and fine,
Pulse with electric lights, both white and blue.

She came to me one clear and lonely eve
As I stared up at the wide, starry sky.
Some call her a beast and say I should leave,
But I could not bear to bid her goodbye.

Must I be doomed to a sad, loveless fate,
When my heart only yearns for a soul mate?

Copyright © 2008 by Richard H. Fay

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