When you have loved
to the moon and back,
did you find a sky beyond the moon
that you could not traverse?
Is there substance to the sky?
Can you reach up to touch and feel
the magnificence of the azure,
with that mystery and elegance,
gliding with grace through your fingers?
If then there was no sky up there,
to limit loves progression,
why, oh why did you come back
from the height of loving so?
Love me to the moon.
Take me there with you.
Then shall we both know honey
that's found in the moon.
The honey meant for two.
Love me to the moon.
Let's venture right through.
Never casting our eyes
on fake limiting of skies.
Love me to the moon
and never look back.
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