The Moon Is My Friend
As the sun sets I run to the door
I cross the threshold and I lay on the floor
Darkness lands on the Earth, it embraces my soul
Then she smiles brightly above me, lighting this world on her own
I spoke as if I speak to an old friend
But only my poetry knows she has always been there
She listen when I tell her my heart is lost in despair
Then speaks advice, short but wise, from love you beware…
I told her I miss the love of my life
The reason I write all these verses in rhymes
Hoping they reach her soul, so she can be mine
Praying they do, before I run out of time
I lay on the grass with a paper so light
I spell every word so the moon can recite
My love and my poem to my woman, my life
So maybe one day she can be mine…
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