Waxing and waning
Moulding and shifting
You alter many form
From cresent to full bloom
I gaze at you as you groom.
Over the azure,
You escape, you hide
Mischievous your little frolics
Pushing my advances aside
Luring me in,
My desires you entice.
Draped in silver,
Glittering through the night.
A muse to all poets,
you make them write
A passionate lover to the stars
Jealous are all women of your scars.
Veiled in clouds,
Glinting through the branches,
Raising over tranquil sea,
With tides dancing to your rhythm
Tell me,
Tonight, will you visit me again?
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nice
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