Oh how she sings a lullaby to me every night to comfort me through those lonesome nights
Her luminous eyes gaze at us
like a mother watching over her children
She has a tenderness that is felt through her pull
A part of us that we wouldn't be able to live without
Infecting us with love through her bright beautiful being
Brightening our nights when we are in need
Affecting us through her constant changing phases
Constantly there for us
never to leave our side
Always, till the day we die
She is love
She is my soul
she is my moon
Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 8:15 AM UTC
Oh how she sings a lullaby to me every night to comfort me through those lonesome nights
Her luminous eyes gaze at us
like a mother watching over her children
She has a tenderness that is felt through her pull
A part of us that we wouldn't be able to live without
Infecting us with love through her bright beautiful being
Brightening our nights when we are in need
Affecting us through her constant changing phases
Constantly there for us
never to leave our side
Always, till the day we die
She is love
She is my soul
she is my moon
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