THE MOON

I called out once to the blue moon,
dear can you come to me soon?
Why me? You have the sun all day.
I miss you. You may ask - you may.


Days flavoured by the nectar sweet,
a joy to behold, an eternal treat.
I wish the sun to go to rest, the
finery of the moon is at its best.


The fiery sun in the noon, is
no match for my pristine moon.
Your pleasant smile - beauty divine,
Oh Queen of Hearts now be mine.




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