Your love may be landlocked.
Me?
I love The Moon.
Your love may be forlorn.
In a way mine is too.
See, I love like a lover loves
A lover under stars.
It’s just my lover dances with them.
Sometimes even Mars.
I love to look upon Her face with
Wonder and delight.
Whene’er my day is gloomy
She brightens up my night.