Lights that shine
In the night
Illuminate
To his delight

A maiden fair
Walking down the street
The click of her heels
And his heart, in beat

Cloaked in black
She cannot see
The man who follows
Mysteriously

She does not hear
His footsteps fall
In fact, she doesn’t
Hear, at all

For up above
The full moon seeks
Its Earthly possession
Of which it’ll keep

When each new month
Replaces the last
The darkened orb
Its light, will cast

To capture she
Who knows no better
Mesmerizing
Easily, he can get her

Alas, the man
Behind the cloak
Takes his leave
Returns to smoke

Sadly, for he
She’ll never swoon
She’s found true love
With the man on the moon

 

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