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O moon the heavenly,
Among the stars you seat.
What do you search here in dirt,
From your throne in the shimmering street.
O moon the mighty,
Tell me Why do you hide,
Behind those curtains that float,
Stealing a Peek often, in plain sight.
O moon the great,
What is it that you seek
That keeps you awake,
As over this land you gaze and deek
O moon the mystical,
Is it lost deep in the ocean bed,
Where you make the waves dance,
For there your light is unable to tread.
O moon the humble,
Infront of me descend tonight,
Tell me what has you in its grip,
Let me try and ease your plight.
O moon the romantic
These lines are but a bait,which I\'ve set,
Fall for them,as i want to gift her the prettiest stone,
For she is the most beautiful ive ever met.
ii
I hear your plea,
o poet the wise,
Today I\'ll tell why I escort the night.
The words you mummble and your voice, every star in my court admires,
Such melodious treats i seek in the dark.
I am not worthy of the praise that you give, But your love deserves to be crowned,
For brighter than my luster it shines proud.
Bereft of your work,i would be if i come down,
(Your songs add magic to the night )
Hence i refuse to grant your wish.
You want to present the prettiest stone,
I wonder if you have looked inside,
For i am nothing infront of that heart which you hide.
O poet the wise,
I visit everynight to hear you serenade.
(and Maybe one day even I\'ll learn to rhyme.)