My Harvest Moon
Shining brilliantly in speech and customs,
building a world with the words she speaks...
Building my world with her words.
I love her, building my life with her love.
Her the moon, the harvest moon as rare as she is beautiful.
My harvest moon as I look at her she knows,
and she looks at me and I know it,
my harvest moon, my magic, my muse, my moon,
my Myriad of words, to the moon I call you again
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