love poems to the Moon

On a Midsummer NightI found, with delight,That my lady had roseWith a blush on her nose.“My lady,” I prayed,“You look lovely today.Your brilliance is unmatchedIn Poetry or Prose.”She whispered to me,(And it felt like a dream)“Young Poet,Adoring you comes easy to me.You know it takes painTo experience pleasure.I’m proud of your spiritIt only gets better.”