Moonlit Melancholy

In twilight's tender embrace so sweet,

She emerges, radiant, true and fleet.

A whispered sigh, a celestial swoon,

The moon, is a friend to hearts in tune.

Our secrets, joys, and fears she keeps,

Listens to whispers, as night softly creeps.

A quiet confidante in the night's embrace,

Her gentle presence, a soothing grace.

Each night, a rise of soft silver light,

Cradling dreams in her ethereal flight.

Reflecting hopes in her tranquil gaze,

A beacon of solace in nightly haze.

To lovers' vows and whispered pleas,

She lends her glow with such ease.

Her tranquil beams, a tender kiss,

On the cheeks of those who yearn for bliss.

Yet, in her silence, a poignant tale,

Of love found and love that set sail.

A mirror to the hearts that ache,

Whose love's reflection will the moon take?

Oh, lunar muse, in your gentle glow,

You stir emotions and make love grow.

A sentimental guide in the starry swoon,

The moon is forever a sentimental boon.