To Give the Moon
With quill in hand I sit to write
To pour my heart to you this night
This evening beckons my hearts tune
As whence I stare upon the moon
Its pale moonlight calls out your name
Its shadowy light, flickering flame
It says your name set on the breeze
As for me, oh then, it weakens knees
For love, my dear, this poem’s write
A gift to you, I gift tonight
Please take, grasp, and so hold it dear
These words I pen, for you to hear
Cherish, love, please lock them away
So to read again, upon new day
But, when new eve then comes along
I’ll pen with verse another song
Allow then light from page to dwell
Within your heart, know it so well
That I have come to share with you
The gift of the moon; its pure view
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