I can't move mountains,
I may not be Caesar,
I won't lead thousands,
But I can try to please her.

Maybe I'm no intellect,
I don't know how to split atoms.
Beside you I feel like a small insect,
And I can't contain my enthusiasm.

I may not score the winning goal,
And I may not win first place.
But with you, I can't help but feel whole;
You make my meek heart race.

I don't deserve your excellence,
Not your beauty, nor your grace.
Just let me enjoy your presence,
and the warmth of your embrace.

Tu es ma lune, Cherie, tu es ma lune
Oh, on this refreshing fall afternoon.
your sister, starlight, tangos in your eye,
your brother, midnight, forced me to deny,
That I, you vintage and familiar tune,
Would be a fool to fall in love with Lune.

I had to forget you during the spring.
This lonely heart all tangled up in string,
knitted of yarn; of humble mellow mind,
a thread of strife, now a challenge to find,
would unravel if you gave me a ring.
My ticker would flicker, and dance, and sing.

Why was that a love of belligerence?
I thought, once, you'd be my deliverance...
Because this old forgotten melody,
Has never ceased to own my ears for me.
And this bitter sweet melancholy tune,
Sings all through my mind because of la Lune.

"X marks the spot to your treasure,
The treasure that holds your lost pride.
X marks the spot to your pleasure,
go have a look inside."

So I followed the careful instructions,
took one step left then two right,
I was detoured by flower's seductions,
then went back to the map's X growing bright.

At first I felt confusion,
Once I reached this so called prize.
This must be some sort of delusion,
Made by a child to fantasize.

But I looked at the map a bit closer.
The X was no location.
It was the map to my closure,
The way back to my past damnation.

"This is not my pride," I said,
Feeling as though the map lied.
Old pains flooded all through my head.
Because facing my past felt like suicide.

I saw your face, and I whimpered.
How I longed to hear you voice again.
My arms grew numb and limper,
Nostalgia multiplied by ten.

But then I stepped back and took in a breath.
I thought of the troubles that had passed.
Once I'd thought I'd love you until death,
Yet I knew that wouldn't last.

Because while you were once my love,
you were also my strife.
"I fly alone now, turtle dove,
I'll live a fruitful life."

I examined the map and I pondered.
these words were no mistake.
In fact they've made my memories fonder,
Shaped a jagged edge into a clean break.

I do not miss you any longer,
My heart no longer cold.
So if you're ever missing me, just look yonder,
To the map that helped me be bold.