I was having a conversation with the moon that day,
She told me not to wake her up from her dreams.
And said that the stars were quite fond of her,
Of her shine, of the scars that make her look beautiful,
The universe felt like home, the stars and the moon being playful,
Whenever the sun comes out they used to hide,
As the sun rays were bright, it set them aside.
“Do you know what love is?”, I asked
When he holds your hand under the moonlight, I know its love,
When he tells you that your eyes twinkle like the stars, I know its love,
When he says that being with you under the...