Here come the lovers of moon
There love is beautiful as a moon.
The new love grew by a fleeting view,
Heart of the eye caught the sight in a meeting, made that image tattooed inside.
They talked, and talked by the help of net,
Never to tell the olds cauz no one was bold.
They were young to understand,
What really love is.
Had a friend to share with, what all they hold. Both started side by side their story in  folds.
Here i listen to their meeting,
Sigh for the uncertainty of its lasting.
Hope their love cherish, and flourish.
Cauz in this world nothing i worth believe.
Wish i could tell the lovers of moon never meet it,
They see it shinning from far.
But being modern, scientists are not par.
People go to moon to see the world,
For the moon is only  their world.
What god has written it will happen,
The almighty. Pray for their best and leave all the rest.
Just want to tell, don't fear the darkness, cauz moon shines in dark.
Wait for the patient night after the sun sets.
O lover's of moon!