Consider us moon loved and moon lit.

Consider it forever,

consider it now,

with death watching over us,

we will take our final bow.

With loves fated army walking hand in hand,

forever together,

in the last life's marching band.

We play the notes only lovers know how,

a perfect example in the lesson of here and now.

She will use us as the example,

when hopeless romantics plead,

when fate decides to gamble,

the moon knows which story the unloved will read.