03-02-01
From above gently descends the
moon
Shining brighter than the sun
at noon
Slowly descending onto two soft
shoulders
Gently cut from Earth's majestic
boulders
Flowing down the curves of perfect
shape
Contrasting the beautiful flowing
cape
Of midnight darkness and stars
behind
From this world there is no
face more kind
Than the one shining brightly
before me
With a face so soft it sweetly
whispers adore me
Beautiful locks gently flowing
down
Her voice the perfect sound
Her lips as crimson as the sun
falling
Again I hear her voice calling
In my ears I can faintly hear
The soft whispers drawing me
near
To this skin as soft as a peach
But this figure I cannot reach
No matter how much love I feel
For something so splendid cannot
be real
Her face will forever be as
unreachable as the moon
