When full, she is a beacon in the night
And at half she is yet a guiding light...
When eclipsed, she is a whole in the sky
A blindness inflicted on the poet's eye...
For it truly is the Moonlight's Presence
That inflames romances very essences...
She turns the darkness of night into day
Blending black and white for shades of gray...
A shining sphere to light the pathway to your dreams
I see a touch of love upon your face,
and the Moonlight in your eyes filled with impossible dreams.
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