This Is This

Would all my best intentions serve to guide me to your lips?
Can all my untold declarations rival this eclipse?

The tranquil sea’s reflection, the stars which shine beyond -
in deeper space your mystery lies, my heart grows ever fond.

Though clouds obscure your gentle beams, nocturnal stirrings wake.
You’re hanging lonely, shy and bold, to subtle shadows make.

And though your light may fade at times and while you lack the laughter,
swing high, sweet moon - I promise you you’ll shine again soon after.

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