The lass was sure to meet the lad,

conversations made it was not bad.

Even she was definite he was not bad,

a friendship was built with the lad. 

The attachment grew stronger,

thoughts floating made no wonder.

Instantly both feel the wonder,

the strings tightens stronger.

And now the sun brightens the moon,

it will not end, not even soon.

Escaping vows someday soon,

affirming, "It was the lass who is the moon." 

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I am back. I am truly sorry for taking my arrival so long, just underwent some extreme business in school. But now that I graduated, subscribers, chingus, I will do my best to post poems as long as I can. Thank you so  much for your consideration and understanding. Have a great day~ ^^