The white rising moon
is your bright beauty
binding me in spells
till my heart’s devoured.
The light moon soars
resplendent like my lady,
binding me in light chains
till my heart’s devoured.
Moon in white glory,
you are the beautiful one
who delicately wounds me
till my heart’s devoured.
translated by Tony Barnstone & Willis Barnstone
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Leonard Durso 
The moon has always captured me the same way, Leonard. 🙂 I love this poem a lot.
The moon reflects the sun’s light and I think you must identify with that quality, too. Am I right?
I think this would help me answer your question, Leonard. 🙂 http://thescriptsofnidaba.wordpress.com/2014/10/01/luna/
Read it. Thank you.