The Moon to the sea

Do not be like the wind
For the wind is thine enemy,
That doth howl for attention and love.

Instead be like the unsuspecting moon
The sweet, generous moon,
That pulls the tide in and controls the waves.

For, my love, you are the kind moon
And, I, the tempestuous sea,
I am pulled by thy will.

And I will lap at your feet
Oh generous moon! 
Show your beauty so I may drink it in.

And shine thy light upon me
For you make me more beautiful. 

The End

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