Him:
     "The moon as you are, so soft in lazy motions.
  The ease of your comforting words.
     As a patron of this Earth I gaze for more than one night.
  I know there are all your Phases like frames in each Creation.
     Where I am is in the Water, and in the Waves you make me Move.
  I will continue on these tides for you are my Moon.

     'Fly me to the Moon,'
   a great man once said,
     'To your surface, surrounded with me in a crater.
   Like a Child with a telescope I gawk, amazed, lit up, and naked.
     See your skin, dark to begin
   still waiting as the Tides in the ocean Sin.
     To the Moon and more,
   If only I could tie a String.'"

Me:
     "Gravity pulls, her winds blow.
   Balance of the two create the Waves.
     When she feels Threatened, her senses are Heightened,
   and her Emotions cause Commotions in the Water.
     The Waves then shut down, not making a Sound,
   which angers the Moon.
     She is there to shed Light in the Darkness.
   When the Waves won't give in,
     she casts Dim."