my dear you are not a girl you are the constellation Andromeda chained you think you are alone but believe me, my dear you are surrounded by admirers on all sides I am one but I am so far I can only admire you from grassy hills in the middle of nowhere where the city lights will not drown you out but when I do you are so lovely, my dear the long drive to see you will always be worth it you are truly breathtaking
I'm writing about a girl again, but I'm not quite sure who. Maybe it's the moon.