She stares at the sky, transfixed, in love
Basking in the cold, blue-white light
She adores the boy in the moon above
His pearly skin, like a kid glove
Shines down upon her, snow white
She stares at the sky, transfixed, in love
She wishes she could fly up, like a dove
To meet with the boy that she sees in the night
She adores the boy in the moon above
When he fades to a sliver each passing month
She is devastated that he’s out of her sight
She stares at the sky, transfixed, in love
Day after day, around the earth he is shoved
And she asks him why he never puts up a fight
She adores the boy in the moon above
He is the only one she ever dreams of
She wishes to join him with all of her might
She stares at the sky, transfixed, in love
She adores the boy in the moon above
This is a villanelle I wrote for my creative writing class in high school.