You and me are phases of moon
Dust particles we are,
Binded with a curse and a boon
A glowing, eye catching
Full moon you're
A Dark, ugly, invisible
New moon I am
Casting a spell you attracts me
And I start waning to wax you
With the blooming of our desire
I turn into a crescent
You in my love, becomes gibbous
Let's change our quarters you said
Smiling lips, a waxing crescent you're
Wet eyes, a waning gibbous I am
From the day one hoping for a kiss
Wriggling to meet it's day Fourteenth
But now, You turned as New moon,
Full moon I'm singing your tune
Centuries ago we separated,
Will wait another, till
There be no 'Wax and Wane'.
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