Edward Iacona (August 27,1948 / Brooklyn, New York)
Promise On The Moon
The moon’s a muse to many,
It inspires music, poems and art.
It hangs aloft for lovers
Aiding matters of the heart.
It is there for us to share
At day’s ending till it’s start.
We share the same old mystic moon
Just about twelve hours apart.
But have no fear my Alla dear
As truest love is our guide.
Very soon we will watch the moon
As we stand side by side.
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