I see a crescent moon in the sky,
oblivious to her missing part it shines.
Gives forth it's rays this wondrous night, generous to give me it's missing part-
to enjoy you her missing heart.
whisper nearby the leaves of the trees
i lean near to overhear what they say.
An angel from the sky is what i hear,
and of me a being from below.
They sing of our union of sky and 'neath.
Caresses my cheeks the cold wind speaks ,
to remind me of the harsh bitter truth.
in this balcony this cold december night,
in bits and pieces your song has crooned,
beautifully weaved a symphony in my heart.