poem

 she was like the moon,

illuminating the darkness,

with its dim light,

paving the path for a stranger,

whom lost, the spark for way.

Just like the moon,

she was seemly beautiful,

comforting the delicate eyes,

with appealing heart to compliment.

Alas! Just because she was like moon,

it could be only appreciate afar,

from the zoom distance wide.

For, contrast the crude reality.