Her name was Luna and her spirit did lift the sky,
Sought after and called upon through each changing night,
Yet only once a month did she grace awe struck eyes,
And so twas a dark night when I did call and nary did she appear,
So come next night, I cried unto the heavens themselves,
'Luna my love, there is nothing to fear,
Come on out so our praises you can hear'
And little by little she did indeed remove her cloak,
Two full Weeks I waited until the deed was done,
Then in her untamed beauty I finally soaked,
She shyly smiled and bid me a quiet hello,
Her grace momentous, her smile brilliant,
Her face warmly, lovingly aglow,
For a week our affair lasted, and further even to this day.
And in her three week absence, I deeply prayed,
that when I shed this coil, our fates destined to entwine stay.
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