Fullmoon

Several dead days,
since I stroked my book's face.
Now I have another chance
to engage poetry in a romance.

Another love letter
in the dying days of April
Let this serenade your heart;
like heat harasses a hart.

My sleep has sailed away
like the sun leaves a day.
All because of your thought ,
vigil I have obviously bought.

Blessed is the day we met;
a perfect day I can bet.
Wish to return to the place
where love left her trace.
Joy now lives in me;
forever this will be.
I have found a fullmoon ;
ain't letting go soon.