~~~ There’s a crescent on the moon ~~~

There's a crescent on the moon,

From where your face shimmers a smile.

Mellow zephyrs caress desires,

Winter whispers modestly beguile.

I see your moon-dust drizzle,

And blame this tempest night senile.

Yet still reach out my hands, hoping,

perhaps you'd serenade me to your isle.

I reckon they perhaps wonder,

What is she - ludicrous? juvenile?

But there's a crescent on the moon,

And I've been watching all this while