I am your moon;
A subtle force that affects your tides;
A satellite to whom you turn and divine
The mysteries of amour, ardor, and succor.
I rise in your nights and set in your days.
Waxing bright and beguiling, I illuminate dark secrets.
Waning, wrapped in black velvet and a silver smile,
I am a crescent upon which to hang your dreams.
I will find you in the darkest shadow;
Follow you to the ends of the earth;
You will never be alone.
I am your moon.
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