Waxing crescent- As he falls in love, is this crescent his smile. Her crescent he loves, and his one lights, to her beauty he bows, and flies his hopes' kites.
Waxing gibbous- It is that story of promises and proposals. The oaths are taken, and a world is woven, of dreams forsaken, glass walls are broken.
Full moon- The days of pure and divine feelings. The full moon is her to him, the full moon is the , across the purest channel they swim, into the grave waning ahead.
Waning gibbous - A season of jealousies and feelings. The love is now past, its a ship on a calm sea, no wind shall kiss the mast, it is so for it has to be.
Waning crescent- It is when the pessimist in you speaks.Every story has to end, for routine shall bore, Every twig has a lot to bend, as the egos show the core.
New moon- The end of a story, sweet memories and bitter tears. It is the end and was a story, hearts cry and tears flow, it shall be penned in history, tears dry and hearts glow.