Reflection

I think the moon is beautiful
A reflection of the sun
But what does she think of herself
When nightfall comes?

She might think that she's ugly
With so many wholes in her face
Afraid to look in a mirror
Afraid to be in crowded space.

I think she's jealous of the sun
And his radiant smile
For the sun's face is bright and bold
The moon's face is pale and mild.

But what she dosen't realize
The sun praises her imperfections
He see's himself in her
And he loves his reflection.