The ember of a pale moon lights the sky

We cuddle close together to stay warm.

We’ll sit under the stars until the morn.

And gaze up at the sky until we cry.

A shooting star appears to light the night

We make a furtive wish upon its glow

To know a thing it’s not for man to know

Will love last or will it end in spite?

But no one ever loved who wasn’t brave

Someone who’s worth the love is worth the loss

We throw ourselves in love despite the cost.

For what good is a heart if just to save?

I’d rather live my fullest ‘ere the grave.