“The sun loved the moon
So much he died every night
To let her breathe”

A breath that blows a breeze
A miserable death to die for
She keeps him from all the
Nightmares that terribly troubles him

One could say she loved better;
Keeping him away from all the
troubles that troubles him

He loved fully
She loved faithfully
Simple as ABC

A joyous jolly parallel sight to see
He brought her butterflies
That were flowers of the atmosphere
Making her feel filthy rich from within

Love beyond true love
Love to good to be true