Moonstruck

I was talking to the moon Just the other night, Telling him how much I admired his light; And then without warning, Much to my dismay, The moon got all teary-eyed And asked me to look away; He said I had no idea How lonely it gets up there, Watching lovers all over the world Every night of the year; But he quickly recovered And apologized in shame, I told him I understood, Loneliness was my middle name; We exchanged our stories Long into the night, Then the sun came up And the moon dimmed his light. But I knew we'd meet again, We share an emptiness, And we both hide it well Under the cover of darkness. Now we meet each night, The moon and I, He seems happier now From when I first saw him cry; When I look at the sky, He's the first thing I see, And when he looks down, I know he's looking at me. And so it goes Night after night, I give him my company, He gives me his light