My Crescent Moon

Moon

My Crescent Moon

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She believes she came from the dark side
Never realizing she descended from the stars
More stunning than the rings of Saturn
She radiates a love as red as Mars

I admire her imperfect little craters
Loving every phase unless she’s blue
She will forever be my crescent moon
Longing to be new

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My beautiful Poetry Whisperer was feeling a little down during our conversation on Friday.  Hopefully, this Saturday morning surprise will lift her spirits.

(Yes, baby, I left the five o’clock shadow for you).