Come Back.

Oh Moon so bright,
what makes thee so?
Is it thy long, luscious locks?
Or thy pale, fair, complexion?
Oh Moon so bright?
what makes thee so?
Is it thy endless smile?
Or thy beautiful rays?
Oh Moon so bright,
What makes thee so?
Is it thy gorgeous laugh?
Or thy comforting light?
Oh Moon so bright,
what makes thee so?
Is it thy chiseled features?
Or thy faint blush?
Whatever it is dear Moon,
don't stop being yourself.
For if you do,
you will no longer be you.
Oh Moon so bright,
I know what makes thee so.
It is thy bold strength,
or perhaps thy gold eyes.
No?
Then tell me dear Moon,
what makes thee so?
What's this you say?
It's your ability to hide?
Oh no!
Don't leave,
Come back Moon!
Come back!
*sigh*
Promise me then that you will come for me at sunset?
Promise?
Then go for now,
but know this,
I love you so.

And don't forget,
Come back...