The Silent Moon

The illuminating moon views from above, And I wonder if it in fact knows of love. I wonder if it has ever felt such feeling, And if it's heart ever needed such healing. It rises and sets but never does speak, Yet her response and wisdom I must seek. Such of beauty surely has known of love, A feeling even understood by a mere dove. Her skin glows with my words as if blushing, Then begins to set almost rushing. But I am not disheartened by this action, I am but a metall and she my magnetic attraction.