Mangled

Is it for me?
She asked.
Aye aye, I replied.
What’s it darling?
She said her eyes shimmering.

Joy flows almost in a trickle.

It’s the moon for you. I say.
Really? Her smile crinkled her eye.
You’re not lieing?
Not at all, my reply.

A dish with water,
The moon shining on it,
She smile widen at the trick.
An original idea? She asks.
I shy away.

But I now have the moon all to me!
She said in joy and took it.
Her smile widest than ever.

This angel came from heaven.
And lit my world.
Me the bowl and she the moon.
Bringing out the best in me.

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