oh, my love
if not for you,
how, each day, would the sun rise and set?
for you are the moon
which lights the way in darkness
for the little insignificant souls
of us pretty people
and, oh, my love
your light shines down on me
placing little white stars
in my black orbs of eyes
liberating them from the darkness
of loneliness and desperation
so, oh, my love
the day in which you must go
will be the day that there will be light in my eyes no longer
and when the faces of others turn to glance at me
they will see not your light, but only emptiness in my manner
stay by me, my love
oh, my love