Ode to The Moon

Luna won’t you be my lady love,
Allow me to serenade you,
In the secret disguise of night.
Whispering words sweeter than honey,
And offerings of the finest gifts,
Beauty knows no bounds to you,
As an ethereal, ancient goddess you bask.
Glory be in your splendour,
It measures up to none other.

Your features shrouded in utmost mystery,
A face unimaginably unique in each light.
So brilliantly you outshine every star,
For they gather ‘round you near and far.
With complexion paler than buttermilk,
And curving grooves so divine,
Darling Luna, won’t you be mine?


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