The moon just shines upon my face,
Never has it felt my grace.
Yet still lingers every night,
Just lingering in my line of sight.
Smiling, happy gracious moon,
I gaze upon you from my room.
I ponder upon you sudden presence,
And the feeling thats felt in your absence.
What have I done to be graced by thee,
What is there in store for me.
To you my moon there are two sides,
One I see, the other hides.
I'm not that bold either so I let it pass,
And simply give in to the spell you've cast.