Reyvrex Questor Reyes

Dearest moon, bring these thoughts to where she is,
She yearns moonbeams when coming from your face,
Will you bounce to her if I blow a kiss,
Across the sea, there to her flowered place?
Do you tire, the way lovers supplicate,
To have their wish conveyed, and would you please,
For one who waits, just no matter how late,
With heart to soothe and grieved mind to appease?
And care that not a cloud covers your glow,
Just as I choose my words, whence hard I try,
Some raindrops told her things that naught I know,
And moonless nights do always make her cry;
.....So once you see my love looking so sad,
.....Pour out those words of mine to make her glad.