You shine like the moon.
The moon cries when it see’s your face,
Because it thought nothing could beat its beauty.
You sparkle like the Moon in the night sky,
And when it shines everyone sees it.
It never leaves their sight.
People praise it.
People love it.
People think it’s a nature’s gift.
And you my sister,
Are the same for me.
Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 7:07 AM UTC
You shine like the moon.
The moon cries when it see’s your face,
Because it thought nothing could beat its beauty.
You sparkle like the Moon in the night sky,
And when it shines everyone sees it.
It never leaves their sight.
People praise it.
People love it.
People think it’s a nature’s gift.
And you my sister,
Are the same for me.
