For I know the shape and the radiance of the moon,
I know the intensity of her illumination,
I know the moon's shyness,
Her insecurities, her imperfections,
I know her coz I loved her, and she is all I see when I wake up
Wake up to gaze at the stars at dawn; at 4 a.m
She might be surrounded by a billion stars, but I will never lose sight of her, trying to count them.