Written September 1999
One night when the moon is full
While silent, and the breeze is cool
Nobody has dared to know
In the moon, a face will show.
He looks at all that are under
His eyes searching for his lover
That is in all, the prettiest lady
And he's too happy just to see.
He bathes his loved one with stares
That poured love and lots of care
Even if his loved one won't reply
The joy he feels is higher than the sky.
A tear of joy fell to his cheek
So overwhelmed, he cannot speak
And with that he brightly shines
As the night bear with the times.
Though the sun will soon unfold
Still the moon just kept his hold
And as the lady say her grace
She somewhat saw, on the moon a face.
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PARTS OF MYSELF
PoetryPoems written long ago, When internet was still boring, When the TV was broken, When I was still a virgin-- on the ways of the world mentally; physically; And words were my only friends.
