The moon

The Moon...
something I enjoyed looking at,
daydreaming, thinking...
the fire and desire
of all there is to me.
It's light shining
for all to see,
Wondering if someone is looking for me.
How can you say the moon is not beautiful?
when it is the one thing we look at together.
when I look at moon and all it's beauty,
I think of you
and how beautiful you are to me.
In your eyes,
maybe I am just not beautiful to you...