My love, promise you’ll always flaunt your smile.
It's used as the blueprint that guides the moon!
That soft silver sliver mimics your style;
a beautiful crescent, that will grow soon.
Each day the moon must surely admire you.
When the night falls, like a lighthouse‘s glow,
it leads lost sailors through the ocean blue.
Your grin too guides me, on the earth below.
But oh my dear, how dark that night will be;
if your smile is eclipsed, so none can see.
Nov 30, 2020
Nov 30, 2020 at 6:01 AM UTC
My love, promise you’ll always flaunt your smile.
It's used as the blueprint that guides the moon!
That soft silver sliver mimics your style;
a beautiful crescent, that will grow soon.
Each day the moon must surely admire you.
When the night falls, like a lighthouse‘s glow,
it leads lost sailors through the ocean blue.
Your grin too guides me, on the earth below.
But oh my dear, how dark that night will be;
if your smile is eclipsed, so none can see.
