One

The ember of a pale moon lights the sky.

We cuddle close together to stay warm.

We'll sit under the stars until the morn.

And gaze up at the stars until we cry.

A shooting star appears to light the night.

We make a fading wish upon its glow.

To know a thing it's not for man to know

Will love last or will it end in spite?

But no one ever loved who wasn't brave

Someone who's worth the love is worth the loss.

We throw ourselves in love despite the cost.

For what good is a heart if just to save?

I'd rather live my fullest ere the grave.