The moon shines through my window,
In the night, bright with light.
I gaze at it, in spite.
“Oh, Moon, how do you shine so bright?
When I sit here less witty and so uptight!”
Moon says, “Oh, my dear,
I shine by my Sun’s grace,
Or else I will be without any face”
“Find your sun!”
He advises me.
I laugh at the antiquity.
I search up and down, here and there.
I cannot find her place.
I request the moon for his help.
He chuckles,
Gives me the address to her place.
I reach there
Find a girl waiting for me.
Skin like milk with honey,
Eyes like dark chocolate,
Hair black as a moonless night,
Lips red as apples in winter.
I kiss her on her cheek
Compliment on her chic.
She chuckles,
“I am just a figment of your imagination,
You will find me soon,
I am just around the corner!”
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