look at the moon
I loved the moon with all that I am I craved its radiance and light Before I sleep, I open the drapes To look at it shine in the night
Until a boy came, sharing everything "Look at the moon," I said excitedly He rolled his eyes, uninterested "The moon was never really special to me"
Another one entered my life to admire me "Look at the moon," I whispered with love He shrugged, not even taking a glimpse "What's so great about the things above?"
After they left, I closed the windows I shut the curtains and faced away The sky became darker each night So I forced myself to love the sky in the day
"Look at the moon," someone suddenly said I was surprised for I haven't seen it in so long "It's beautiful," I cried as I saw the moon Because of a man who gave me a song
I thanked him, telling him to stare at it too He said, "I am. It is a wonderful view" He then looked at me, eyes dazzling "The moon is beautiful and in it, I saw you."
