Oh my dear!

I feel you are near,

But then,

You are far again.

I look at you,

Standing in a queue,

If I could just hold you,

Like grass and morning dew.

You look so bright,

Shining with all your might,

Smiling at me,

Your charm is all I see.

But there comes one day,

Where there is no ray,

You left me alone,

All on my own.

You came back,

Looking like a fat sack,

I knew you would be back soon,

Afterall, you are my dear moon.