Poetry Beautiful Moon

[Walliver]

I meet your eyes and I wonder
"What could you see in me?"
I meet your gaze and I ponder
"What could you like about me?"

I'm not skinny, nor sculpted
I'm not tan, nor pleasantly pale
I don't have pretty blue eyes
I'm not all that attractive

So I wonder
I wonder what you could ever see in me
I am not sensational
I am not anything unique

But you
Beautiful you
You are constellations traced into a smile
You are striking blue and a contagious laugh
You are everything, wonderfully overwhelming
Even the thought of you brings me to joyful tears
What could you ever see in me?
Normal, average me?

You are the stars and I am a simple astronomer
I look, I admire
And I can never reach you
I look, I admire
But I can never be close to you