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.
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