Once in a Red Moon

Once in a red moon, I meet you there.
And when you come,
You are quiet like the night garden,
And tender like the white tulip glow.
But the stars in your eyes bright as lions,
they lead my breaths astray from earth air,
then I am free! 
I am another breathless moon.  

Once in a red moon, I see you there,
Under some rose trees,
You are as nervous and hesitant as ever,
And still enjoy fighting me here and there. 
But the butterflies in your eyes form a universe, 
Encompassing my vision with suns and orange lilies.  
Ah, I am surprised! 
This is how you want to be missed. 

I am, with many of a childish wile and blushing smile,
I whisper to your ears from soft dusk to cheerful dawn,
to praise, to warn, to comfort, to assure and command. 
And because you hold me by the heart string,
Because you delight in my demure youth,
Because you adore my shape and glare,
Because you understand my weirdness,
And because you are me, my love,
I think of  you every red moon alive. 

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