Full Moon And Me

There's a full moon above
and the one that I love
is taking too long to respond.

Can't he see in the night
how it shines in my sight?
Or has he forgotten our bond?

The first time we kissed
he told me he missed
the glow of the moon way beyond.

There's a full moon once more
but my heart is so sore
for I think he forever is gone.

poem by Edwina Reizer
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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