Winter's white blanket,
caresses the ground so tight.
I look up into the sky,
bathed in reflected light.
She calls to me,
the lovely gentle moon.
I sigh as she hides,
the clouds they make her swoon.
To say I love her,
would do my heart no justice.
Love is just a simple word,
not great enough for the way I feel.
Can there be no other emotion,
Lust is closer but it is not this real?
Looking up at her heavenly body,
I grow jealous of the stars.
I may be closer to her,
Yet up there it dosen't seem so far.
Winter is slowly biting into my bones,
goodby my love, I turn away.
With all my love- Earth.