My Moon My Abuser

Oh! Moon dear moon every night you abused me, Let me tell you, with your love, thirty times you amused me. Thousands of nights I remained your beloved, Nothing in me was remained untouched, Your cool white light and your charming face, Induced your love, your beauty and your grace, Since my early childhood you made me amorous, You made my soul pneumatic and porous You got in my soul you entered my heart, My feelings and my thoughts are merely your art. Your lessons of love I applied in my life. I returned all that to my lovely wife. Your phases told me how time is passed, How death is embraced, how life out classed, We rise like a crescent and die in dark, The full moon nights with flowers in a park, During these thirty days your ups your downs, Sometimes pocket less sometimes full of crowns. The abuses of love are better than uses, The uses of hate are worse than abuses, I am happy Oh! Moon being abused by you, A lot of thanks, being amused by you. I flown with you many colorful kites, I returned all that in my humble writes.