Author's Note: I know I haven't written any poetry for a while, so here is one.
The moon shone bright,
With beauty and might,
Under it Luke sat,
As quiet as a gnat.
Tear came and sat down next to him,
Wearing her usually dress with trim.
They looked at each other,
Like a child and their mother.
Luke handed her a rose,
Which she smelt with her nose.
"It's beautiful," she uttered.
"Not as beautiful as you," he muttered.
Tear blushed a bright red,
Even redder than Luke's head.
Luke pulled her in tight,
And whispered, "I won't bite."
She wrapped her arms around her neck,
Giving him more than just a peck,
She chimed, "I wouldn't mind if you did."
Her voice was far from arid.
This night she would remember forever,
But the one-day she would forget never,
Was the day she met Luke.