Like I moon lit sky,
I see her fly,
I almost cant belive my eyes,
She could cure every baby’s cries,
Aloud I sigh,
Cause im to shy,
To leave my front door,
And greet this beauty of lore,
So I sit and watch from affar,
I keep track of her like sonnar,
But then she’s gone,
As I long ,
For the courage to speak,
I fall asleep,
And I watch her fly,
Against a moon lit sky,
Like a gift from the gods ,
Oh it is so very odd,
This power within me wells,
My brain swells,
I leave the window sill,
My self-control becomes still,
Like a 3rd person book,
I watch myself look,
I take my chances,
I worry for like the masses,
That I wont mess it up,
So I and her a cup,
Unfortunatley,
Coffee is ultimately,
Her enemy,
Like I committed a felony,
She glares at me,
And asks me to breakfast,
But not the slightest
Shown edifacy,
Bears lucidiosy
And she
I see
Against he moon lit sky,
Until I die.