by Lucio Muñoz
The moon complained to the sun,
“He said he loves me,
Yet instead of giving me real roses,
He gave me fake ones,
He seems to be a cheap one”.
The sun replied softly and sweetly,
“When I myself felt in love,
I was given three fake
Dandelions, I smiled happily
As I knew, she knew, they would be with me
For ever. So much she loved me,
My priceless one”.
The moon learnt that day,
That a especial gift received is a expression,
That must be valued not in terms of money,
but in terms of passion.
Poem by Lucio Muñoz
Vancouver, BC, Canada
Last updated September 23, 2011