The Moon Poem by Mister Mullins

How lovely is its glow
I find myself staring for hours
Wondering Where did the time go
Its eternal light shines on all in the dark
It gives the secret lovers of the nite a lustful spark
I feel its presence as something warm and tender
A part of nature that is loved without question of gender
As I look and stare I ponder y it is there.
A heavenly white, a broken blue
No matter the reason.....
It lreminds me of u