I would rather dance alone under the stars than spend a lifetime hiding behind the moon.

I swear that girl was born with a pen in her hand, the moon in her hair, and stars in her soul.

She's the kind of girl who brings you to the moon without you even being aware. The kind of girl you trip in love with, The kind of girl you never forget.

I could make love with you until the moon decides to never glow again.

I'll always be the yearning poet bleeding ink chasing stars drunk on dreams.

Don't compare her to sunshine and roses when she's clearly orchids and moonlight.