Aeolian Harp (Love Poem)

You thief... stealing whispers of the moon, leaving me wandering looking in the moonlit pathways, I get distracted by singing angels. Not safe! I say to myself. I dare not I say. She's sat, playing her harp now. She's impressed me. The tunes of her harp are strictly for Aeolus. I've stolen those. I too am a thief now. If I am, I am sneaky. The wind God Aeolus' breezes are full of charity. The angel shadows... See this harp? You like it? The Aeolian Harp, It fishes oysters that pearl poems of love, It brews words in a magical cauldron, It stole whispers of the moon & made them its poems..her poems, yes! Such praise...The angel sings, Deserving for an Aeolian Harp which, It has a soul, a soul with a name. Enchants ears her name. I am already. She happens to be Poetry herself, and a poem you've sung. She is rare and aware of it. 500 miles away from me. The Wind God Aeolus carries her poems, Away from them and towards myself.

-Tauqeer

The story behind this beautiful spell; I am yet incapable of speaking words close to this poem's beauty. This poem is based on another poem, written as a description of a girl that went by the name 'Aeolian Harp' in a wonderful messaging / letter sharing platform called Slowly. I highly recommend everybody to make friends on slowly. Its good! It is the first love poem I wrote to a then-faceless girl I liked. She was charmed reading it. I still dedicate this to "S" as it is hers to keep. We've moved past this one. So, now, Would it be evil of me to share it with the world? Would it be evil of me to share it with another person I'd want to win over?