my first bap poem

His smile is just like the Moon.
Not any of those cliche sayings,
“His smile is brighter than the Sun.”
His smile is like the Moon,
just like the Moon
which reflects the Sun’s brightness,
its beauty.  

He is like the Moon, though he’s not always seen
He has always been
around, orbiting and spinning
and always smiling.

He is Moon, the Moon of our fandom.
The happy pill, the dance machine
he may not be as bright as the Sun
But he reflects,
oh he reflects its brightness
in a gentle beauty much more than the Sun.  

He is our Moon.
With the beauty of the Sun
and the elegance of the Moon
all reflected in one,
Our ever shining Moon.