The moon and me

Her beauty was an irresistible thing to me as to the first glare of a full moon, and I was unable to resist such sudden gaze in which I'd get lost in tenderness so abrupt and free as she was and it'd be just like marveling at the moon, wondering what lies in the other half I cannot see As I was curios to know what lied in her soul, such a free spirit, so uplifting and full of life to these eyes and I was just a foolish kid lost in her strange tender ways I was tampering with another of nature's wonder as she was to me, a great wonder, a soul I wish to unmask and see Yet unlike the moon she wasn't far from my reach, I knew because we stood below it and we kissed and for a moment, the night and the stars had seemed to be forgotten, all in the world had seem to be forgotten, all, but her and me