Selenophilia


There she is! The globe of serenity,
Her face very scarred, but adored by humanity.
The goddess whom Aphrodite lost to,
To the enchanting smile, illuminates the deep blue hue.

She's a miracle, a flawed beauty,
A solitary enchantress appearing fortnightly.
Hypnosis her speciality drawing everyone in,
Her bright pool of light, stirring us deep within.

She makes me smitten, I'll only love her.
Her charm eclipses the stars, making cold hearts tender.

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