I’ve heard of her beautiful glow

Feeling the heat of her smile below

The squeak of her laughter

I can’t believe I die every night, just to protect her

She’s my singular needle

In the haystacks of dawn

A singular sunshine

I’d never fully know

She comes out in the day

The place I never can go

Oh, this beautiful light

She’ll remain my true love

Why is it not possible for the moon to love the sun?