The night removed her clothes and let her stars fall and scatter about and the man in the moon blushed just a little, the same way he did the first time she had kissed him upon the cheek and they had loved each other since the birth of dreams and the beginning of time and yet every time they embraced in the naked truth of love it still felt like two strangers kissing for the first time and the man in the moons heart would beat with the wild youth of a school boy and the night would shyly laugh and giggle and they had never not been in love and would always be the first and last story of love in its beautiful perfection