My thoughts return to you yet once again
When lustrous moon reigns queen o’er all the land,
Argentic auras gilding humble pen
While darkest shadows in mute reverence stand;
I bare my soul to regal eye above
In hope that flowing ink spills silver down,
Rich hand cast words I burnish so with love
Soft set in care, as gems placed on a crown.
Tonight, though bright, no precious words I find
Though in my mind your face shines sweet and pure,
I look down at this page that I have signed
Still blank and void, indorsement premature;
The moon in clever thought advises too,
And in soft light I scribe sweet lines anew.

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