'coz of its warmth and its charm,
but away i must run -
'coz its touch has its harm ...
I was swayed by the moon -
it was so bright i could swoon,
but realised not quite so soon -
it is also shrouded with gloom ...
I was touched by the sweet words of romance -
'coz they're what a lonely heart craves to hear,
but had to put a stop to all the romance -
'coz what the heart craves, others cannot bear ...
I've thought of things that i can do -
and others that i have to refrain from: can't do,
i've done what is right and true, and just -
and nostalgic feelings kept at bay, or adjust ...
Hence, upon myself, i've placed my trust -
for i know what i should do, and must:
whatever is dear, in my heart, a treasure chest, i entrust -
for others' sake, not just mine, therefore i must ...
So, i will no longer look at the moon
it reminds me of my wounds
of a place beneath the moon
where lovers come to spoon ...
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