Your apotheosis of orb of night,
hast me in anxious anticipation.
For the recur of astral satellite.
Reckful of its lustrous amplification,
Its waxing and waning phenomenon.
Each lunation deeds a full moon so divine,
that vies with your smile, fitly a perfection.
Which begets image that's a delight of mine.
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