The dance of moonlight

The compelling force moves his heart,

Scaring his body, he is torn apart.

The body he is given restrains his love for art.

In love with movements of his heart, he feels no pain.

Pushing his mind,heart and body to reach his gain.

All that is of pleasure to him, he gives both.

Pleasing to the sight behind moonlight.

⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋

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