Despite her imperfections, she gives light.
In every form she unravels, she shines.
Despite the darkness, she guides us on night.
The essence of motherhood, she defines.
I gaze up for I'm in love with the moon.
She does not see my body, but my soul.
I do not ask for treasures nor fortunes.
For my heart, my mind, my soul, she just stole.
The sun gives warmth, she renders clarity.
She is the silence in my destruction,
One to give every soul prosperity.
The moon yields the soul's complete construction.
In the coldest night, she's the warm blanket.
The fibers of my being, I'll forfeit.
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Moon Child | Ongoing
Poetry"Home isn't always four walls. Sometimes it's one warm embrace And two people's heartbeats as one. " - Moon Child (StarHues) Collection of poems mostly tackling about falling in love with someone out of your reach. Musings about the pain of unrequit...
