Beware of pale moonlight, it takes no note.
White rays lull common-sense to deepest sleep.
Its ever constant magic is potent,
Changing lines of love to lust repeatedly.
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Poets all over the world, of all languages praised Moon/moon light as an impeller of love. A very beautiful poem. Great imagery
Its that lusty moon that is to blame moonbeams drive a man insane well, that and a curvy sort of girl round whose fingers i would curl
Beautiful, exact and lovely formulation of ' Foolish Heart'...10...for this dear Fay.. Tsira
Yep - It's all that mystical moon's fault ; -) Ah Fay this was a wonderfully good to get one thinking write....
Such a lyrical little poem with a subject that has tempted poets for thousands of years. Your final couplet is particularly eloquent. You have a natural and most attractive 'way' with words. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥