Moon.

I am the moon,

Bright and beautiful,

Notwithstanding my flaws,

The craters and marias on my surface.

I wax when I see beauty and compassion,

I wane when I see pain and destruction.

I do not shine always like the proud sun.

I do not emanate heat.

I depend on him for my luminescence,

Because it's strength inspires me

To be happy ergo I wax

when I reach the pinnacle and full circle

Of my emotions.

I shine like a goblet of silver

peeking through a veil of clouds.

Making every object 

That look in awe at me

Gleam with joy and glee.