Her love is the moon to me.
Shining white with the light of the sun,
It lights my way in the night.
It beckons me
To venture even into the shadows
Lit in the glow she reflects.
In her fullness, she lights my path
Brilliant to the casting of shadows.
Even waning it remains
Guarding my way in the dark.
In the darkest of its phase
It reminds of its sweet presence
By the light of then thousand twinkling suns.
Then waxing full
Its flooding light fills my heart to overflowing.