Waning and waxing across night’s sky.

Where the dreams of bright stars lie.

Distant dreams dance in the night.

Constellations sing and glimmer.

Like the twinkle in your eyes the stars do deliver.

OH yonder our bodies must be.

OH magnificent your mind is to me.

Waking up next to you is bliss.

Walking beside you, I stop and ask…

Must the Moon be full in order to be loved?