The moon was looking for love
For months she smiled only to well-dressed men passing by
Trying to create a spark of the so called “chemistry”,
But nothing happened despite constantly raising her white glove.
One day, the moon complained to the sun
“How come is that all men are not interested in me?”.
The sun replied “You see,
Not all men dress up, you missed the one that will give you fun”.
Since then, the moon proceeded to dedicate a especial smile
To all the men who she missed before.
For a man called cupid that smile was priceless
And he quickly decided to make her his princess.
Since that afternoon
The moon
Became very lucky
And really, really happy.
Poem by Lucio Muñoz
Vancouver, BC, Canada
lrmt@hotmail.com
May 29, 2012
