SHE
IS
THE
POEM
ITSELF

Yes, I have thought about the moon,
The way it shines only at night
The way it outshines the other stars
The way it gets its lights so bright

Yes I have thought about the sun,
And how it makes everyone see
And how it makes the flowers grow
And how it makes the children glee

Yes, I have thought about love and how the sun gives its light
To the moon who will always, shine so bright

Yes, I have thought about how the moon, does not give anything in return, to the sun

If you love someone, then don't be like the sun
If you are being loved then don't be like the moon
For true love is not one-sided, and both will give the same
For true love is not in vain, and it will heal the growing pain

And true love is not losing yourself for  an unseen sacrifice
A broken and tattered heart would be its price

Today, is a special day
And why is that so?

Today, in 1883, a lot were buried
In fiery volcanic ash
Today, in 479 BC, battles were won
By Greeks against Persians
Today, in 1979, soldiers were killed
From deadly roadside bombs

But 17 years ago, in this day
Moonshine was born,
Whose light shined
In each and every heart that's torn,
Whose light is caring
And guiding and loving,
Whose light is deserving,

To be loved.

A lot have happened today, in history
But none of these matter today
Except for you, Ysobelle.

Today, indeed, is a special day.