My symphony

• I see a crescent moon in the sky,
  oblivious to her missing part it shines.
  Gives forth it's rays this wondrous night,
  generous to give me it's missing part-
  to enjoy you her missing heart.
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  whisper nearby the leaves of the trees
  i lean near to overhear what they say.
  An angel from the sky is what i hear,
  and of me a being from below.
  They sing of our union of sky and 'neath.
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  Caresses my cheeks the cold wind speaks ,
  to remind me of the harsh bitter truth.
  in this balcony  this cold december night,
  in bits and pieces your song has crooned,
  beautifully weaved a symphony in my heart.