Moon, we call you cool, beautiful
Yet your face is stained
You are not perfect
Only God is perhaps, if he does exist
Still we love you
Like we love our lovers
Even with imperfections
To us they are beautiful
Love's powerful, hides all imperfections
Makes everything beautiful
It has no eyes, yet it
Sees, feels love everywhere
Lives in lovers longing hearts
Makes them immerse in eachother, forever...
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