If the stars shone bright under this silver spotted night,

They would fail to try to outshine you.

If the sun yearned for a warm soul in turn,

It would not surpass the lionheart inside of you.

If the wind howled like a wolf on the prowl,

It wouldn’t compare to the storm brewing inside you.

If lightning struck down from the heavens with a stroke of luck,

It would never be as fast and swift as you.

If the most terrifying creatures this planet has to display dare get in your way,

They would have no other choice than to bow down to you.

If the greatest warrior in the world challenged you to a duel of two,

It would be futile, because that warrior is you.

If the waves created with salty tears drifted us away for many years,

It wouldn’t defer me to find my way back to you.

If the sky came crashing down on this kingdom built on top of a corrupted crown,

It wouldn't dare break my love for you.

Not even the gods above could kill our love, no matter the odds.

If the moon is the beacon of life in face of the hopelessness of night’s strife,

Then the moon is just like you.

So, if you are my moon. Then I am your sweet silver tongued tune.

You bring stars into my eyes and love in my soul.

You are Atalanta, my one, my whole.