Maybe the moon was crafted just for me,
Moonlight whispers on pure white crystals,
Not mere crystals, a beacon of purity,
Loneliness illuminated by the silver glow,
Reflection of solitude on the moon's embrace,
Whispers of longing in the nights stillness,
Friends beneath the moon's gaze like stars in velvet sky,
I thought, perhaps the moon was mine alone,
Yet, it wasn't meant for me, but for the lonely hearts,
Who seek solace in its gentle, guiding light,
Amidst the quiet of night, where companionship starts.
