I so wanted, to write about you,
And I have tried it so many times.
But sometimes I am lost, out of thoughts,
And sometimes the words don't rhyme.
I saw you that day, up in there,
While i was looking through my window pane.
You didn't light up the town like the sun did,
But you did lit up my lonely lane.
No doubt they call you beautiful, oh dear,
The lovelorn lovers, the bards.
What they don't know perhaps, is that my love,
That every beautiful thing is scarred.
As I looked more deep, and it dawns upon me,
Those scars had a reason to be there.
For all that you have faced, you still hold the light,
As the stars keep fading away.
And you change yourself, being never the same,
Oh! All the phases that you go through.
A crescent some nights, a half some times.
and some nights you are a FULL MOON!
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