Tell me you love me
That the stars 
Call my name
That the moon looks at you
In side glances
And says
Pilgrim
If you don’t
Grab that woman
I’m gonna haunt you
Forever
With her memory
Every time you look up at me
The lump in your throat
Will grow
Bigger than a golf-ball
So why don’t you give her a call
YES!
Why Not?
(Bet you didn’t know 
I could make the moon talk did you)

©bk2002