My moon and my stars,
dear sonnet in the night,
oh temple in the tempest,
nightblossom in the moonlight.
How every line and verse,
was born from your grace,
and whenever we must part,
how I long to see your face,
my moon and my stars.

My moon and my stars,
the night I gazed you first,
love’s memories appeared,
dancing all around your skirt.
How poetry arose,
woven like a wreath,
whenever we did part,
I longed to lay beneath,
my moon and my stars.

My moon and my stars,
there are none with light like you,
queen of all flowers,
the rose in morning dew.
How every word and rhyme,
is kindled by your heart,
I long for you each moment,
whenever we must part,
my moon and my stars.

My moon and my stars,
if my words fall short,
of beauty’s true reflection,
I will write a thousand more.
The queen of all my verse,
jewel of my heart,
I hope I dream with you,
all the nights when we’re apart,
my moon and my stars.