A sonnet cut short

No stars in the sky tonight
Only rain that will not fall
No tears in your eyes tonight
Just truth you cannot tell
The dreams wind their tendrils tight
As the breezes sing their lies
I watch you sleep
The blue of the veins on your forehead, on your eyelids

Are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.

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