Dear Moon,
How indescribable is your beauty?
How homely is your presence?
How warm is your light to the lonely?
You're the reason behind every poet's existence.

I could sing songs for you,
and write poems in your praise,
for I'm so mesmerized by you,
that I could glance at you for a hundred days.

How unique is your appearance,
no matter whichever phase,
you continue to impress thousands,
even in the darkest days.

You are romanticized by the world,
and perceived in so many ways,
from passionate poets and selfless lovers,
to broken hearts in pain.

Some look at you,
and think of someone they love,
yet there are those who look at you
and shed...