The moon was shining bright that night. The stars were singing a lullaby.
I never expected to feel this way.
The tiny glimpse of hope you handed over to my heart never faded away. I’m silently waiting for a sign of possibility, I do not want this to become a memory.
I still remember the blue glow of your eyes. I still remember the dance.
If the attraction of the moon is able to cause the ocean to go wild, my attraction to you brought out the light.
Let’s go anywhere but south. Pockets full of memories and a map with no port of call.
Let’s go to France and dance under the moon’s bright light.