Why, do you think
The moon was up on high last night
And the clouds covered it for a while
Then released its light; lightly and gently
Like my unnoticeable smile to your face
And your being to everything else
How did the clouds
Revolve around the moon so beautifully
That you had to comment times about it
And how did you comment? And insist
That everyone must turn and see it;
Like a misty flower to the sea at dawn!
How, did you search
For the moon’s face; and I did too,
And thought it looked sad all the time
But didn’t want to say so, for fear of
Giving you a wrong impression of myself!
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