I am sitting at one of my favourite places,
The beach,
And above me a lamp blazes,
A cool breeze blows,
Past many silent faces,
I look up and see the moon,
Large and cream,
With a hint of orange,
I realise that the moon,
Is like my crush!,
She stands there like a boon,
I admire her beauty,
But I cannot make her mine....fully,
I see her,
But I cannot reach for her,
So close yet so far,
I try to embrace her,
But she is someone else's,
She was my dear,
And not getting her was my fear,
And she is there everyday,
From heaven a boon,
Beautiful as ever,
But I cannot get her,
Just like the moon.