your moon is my moon
it watches us both on a warm summer night

it shines proudly upon us as we trace each other with fingertips, sending chills in waves across our moonbeam skin.

it illuminates our most secret loves, kissing like no one is watching. (besides the moon, no one is)

I guess that no one watches because no one cares about our moon lit heaven.
But the moon watches.
The moon watches to see us fly and fall.
We fall in love all over again.