There once was a flower in love with the moon,
In love with the stars in the sky,
But nature would have that it must close its bloom,
And at night in a lonely sleep lie.
There once was a flower in love with the moon
And the sweet gentle way that it shone,
But nature insisted, the blossom obeyed,
And loved from afar, all alone.
There once was a flower in love with the moon,
But flowers for sunshine are made.
They cannot survive opened only at night,
And rooted in earth they must stay.
I am the flower and you are the moon
And to you I may never get,
But I'll dream and I'll hope,
Like a six-petaled dope,
That I'll be yours before the moon sets.
But the more that I think
And the more that I fret...
Sometimes to look
Is as good as it gets.
And maybe that's enough.