The moon, a silent sentinel high,
Gazing down with a watchful eye.
Each night, a radiant glow,
I'd share my tales, let worries flow.

In the quiet sky, a listener so keen,
A celestial confidant, serene.
He stood still, a patient guide,
Through the night, by my side.

Stories unfolded beneath lunar light,
A dance of words, in the quiet night.
Brightly shining, a comforting face,
The moon, a friend in the cosmic space.

In the night's soft embrace, a tale I spun,
Of you and I, beneath the moonlit sun.
Wondering if, in the celestial blue,
You'd cast your gaze to the moon,
And think of me too.

Imagining a bridge, a lunar thread,
Connecting our thoughts, where dreams are spread.
A miracle's touch, a celestial boon,
Uniting us both, above the moon.

Oh, love, if earthly paths don't entwine,
Let's...