What's more beautiful than the moon?
The charming smile spread across your face
Highlighted by the golden yellow rays
Of the bright morning sun in the month of May.
What's more beautiful than the moon?
The sight of you curled up in your bed,
Tucked tightly under a blanket,
Snuggled in a dozen pillows on that cold night.
What's more beautiful than the moon?
The brilliance of a thousand stars scattered in the sky,
The presence of the colourful rainbow,
An assurance that you're not alone.
Despite Mother Nature's conscious efforts,
And the many alterations in the guessing game of science,
Nothing is still as beautiful as my Hayley.
Not even this beautiful moon.
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PoetryAn anthology... A collection of random thoughts. Some people call them poems. Have fun! A 2015 project.
