He Is Round, White, Cold and Sometimes Blue,
Frozen But Feels Fiery.
Reflects Like A Mirror, Just a Little Askew,
Frosty But Shines Ivory.
Just Like The Earth It Can Grip,
If You Dare To Dream To Land.
Once A Month Gives Us The Slip,
Freckled, A Wasteland, Unmanned.
A Woman Tells The Tale Of Such A Man,
Changes Mood, Every Day, For 30 Days.
She Has Deciphered His Big Bad Plan,
Of Untidy Tides and Frosty Haze.
There Are Tales Of His Feelings For The Peace Dove,
A Story Every Night In The Sky For Show.
The Queen Confessed That For Knowing Such Love,
Beware The Unknown But DON'T LET IT GO !!!!
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