Soon the moon will attest to your beauty
and the sun rays'll make sure you never spend a minute moody
Apocalyptic, mystic feelings cloud your shrewd mind
Thinking yourself a human, not a god
Your feisty tenderness, discerning insanity
Revolting attractiveness, imperfect perfection
All the things I love about you
All or nothing I ask
Love me undying or hate me endlessly
Cos anything in between will be too strenuous for my brittle heart