Lovesick lass hope to the heavens your light will be found. Her eyes shine like stars in the night sky seen from a country road, that is a simile and hyperbole, her eyes are not like the suns of distant solar systems. Her eyes are the moons, they don't create their one light but reflect all that they love. Block the Sun my moon, become red in the night sky, dilate in the sky,aline with Venus, for these happen once in a lifetime but every moment I see you I relive them with vivid color. My moon I could be a moon too but in a much different sense I could revolve around you as we dance around the Sun. I could change the tides and try to be a light when your skies are dark. Please find love in the moon.