my baby loves the moon,

eyes drowned in white,

while she slowly swoons.

i still hold it in my room.

my lover used to sing in tune.

chipping at her soft cocoon.

held her in the highest noon,

carried to the ground too soon.

widowed, once i played a fool.

ran her right down the spool.

loss is learning something new,

but nothing beats an 'i love you'