Holding hands with the Moon

I once held hands with the Moon. 
In the dark of the star riddled sky. 
His touch smooth and cooling, 
His skin pale as pearl. 

I once held hand with the Moon. 
Resting upon His crescent, hovering above the sea. 
His eyes clear as the ocean and as beautiful as the brightest sapphire. 

I once held hands with the Moon. 
Cradled in the softness of His glow. 
His light kinder than the Sun’s. 
He knows all my secrets and loves me still. 

I once held hands with the Moon. 
I have fallen in love with Him. 
Each night His smile graces the skies. 
And my heart sings at His presence. 

I once held hands with the Moon. 
His gentle caress lulls me to sleep. 
I mourn when His sister rises. 
As I miss my celestial prince. 

I once held hands with the Moon. 
I have given my heart away to Him. 
And every night I await His return, 
To see my shining prince hanging in the sky once more.

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