Cyiptic Moon
Stuck on earth when I want the moon,
His shining rays just make me swoon,
I wish I had the strength to fight,
But what in thinking is not right.
As much as he appeals to me,
I don't think we could really be,
As both of us are strangers still,
Unhappy news like a winter chill.
But I will dream of none but him,
Until the light in my eyes begins to dim,
I gave up my hope for him you see,
For the moon is not what he is to me.
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