Often, the moon reminds
me of the woman I have
always wanted.
The woman that sees in
me, every imperfection
and loves them.
A woman who too, lets
hers flaws shine in the
sunlight. Craters and bumps,
backlit by her ever blue eyes.
Silly little "crows feet"
when she smiles.
Uneven skin tones.
Someone who the moon
herself compliments personally,
on those soft summer nights,
when she has no makeup on.
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