Over the Moon and Under the Stars

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My love, mon amour, you need never feel alone,

For close your eyes tight and you will hear,

Beneath the incessant ticking of the clock on your wall,

In the chill wind that sighs mournfully at your window,

The faintest of whispers say, ‘I love you so, I love you so…’

Imperceptible and imperfect at first, true,

Yet always with you, even in the dead of night,

Until someday soon, on a day not unlike any other,

A cloudburst shall tear an opening,

In the heavens above your head,

And love will fall all around you like soft summer rain,

Bright and glistening in the palm of your hand,

Falling for you and no one else in this land.



And I tell you, just so you shall know,

That there is out there,

In this world of concrete jungles and cold machinery,

One who burns, who yearns,

Nay, who hungers for your kiss!

For that one moment of perfect happiness,

When our lips meet for the first time,

And the world falls away beneath our feet,

To leave us bathed in inky blackness,

Floating in the frozen permanence,

Over the moon and under the stars,

Where all ever has been or ever shall be,

And all that does fill the hearts of men,

Is as one grain of sand on a single shore,

But this moment with you, it will last forevermore.