When the Moon Looks at You

I always thought the moon was cold, detached, too wise and old,

To feel emotion, to feel anything,

That was before I knew you, 

Before I learned what’s true,

Before I saw the moon look at you.

When the moon looks at you, I’d swear he loves you too,

I can see him gaze upon your face, and you light up the sky,

How can I be so lucky to feel all this love for you tonight,

To hold you in my arms and sense his wonder,

When the moon looks at you.

Some people say the moon is sad, and perhaps a little mad,

Worried about all the work he has to do,

Like keeping oceans from flooding shores, 

But I know he feels much more,

Because I’ve seen that moon smile at you.

When the moon looks at you, I’d swear he loves you too,

I can see him gaze upon your face, and you light up the sky,

How can I be so lucky to feel all this love for you tonight,

To hold you in my arms and sense his wonder,

When the moon looks at you.

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