Another Poem to The Moon

Strawberry Moon over Stonehenge

I hope you don’t tire of reading me praise Her because I cannot stop doing it.

I kissed her on Strawberry Moon.
She came to me and what a loon
I acted when I saw her face.
I can’t believe her charm and grace.
If you were there, then you’d fall too.
It’s what any poet would do.
It’s all platonic though, don’t mistake.
There’s only one heart and nothing to break.

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