In the moon I see a pretty friend,
And another twinkling by its side,
They sweetly listen to me if I talk,
And come with me if I watch and walk.
I often behold them though my sleeplessness,
From welcome windows pushed open wide,
A shying moon and I find a charming star,
Immersed in fondness, near each other or far.
It has been so long when I saw them first,
And took the three of us as chums,
But I have grown a little in my age,
They too have come out of their toddler page.
The crown jewels among all beauties of all beautiful nights,
They make a picture of two hearts entwined in love,
A love that is as pretty and knows no decline,
I see them and I say ‘One is proudly mine’.
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