The Man on the Moon is Asking for Your Hand in Marriage

If you're eyes could scream just a little louder, I might kiss your cheek. You don't know the whole story. You don't know the whole story. You don't remember.

(Kiss me.)

[Never.]

And we can imagine the taste of blossoms when my tongue caresses your lips; just a little more seductively then your last lover.

[You've never been that pretty.]

As close as neutrons in an atom our lips part, a smile so beautiful, but being so close to you I can't see it. How tragic, not being able to see that beauty. Perhaps you should move just a little closer . . . Just a little closer . . . Just, closer.

(If you need me to hold your heart, just tell me. I need you as well, for my hand is findits way closer and closer to your cheek . . .

Oh, the beauty of flaw-filled perfection. I love your tastes, the mix of sin and flaw, beauty and lust. Promise me you'll touch me, seducing me with your very being. Just seduce me, seduce me a little more. Just seduce me, seduce me a little more.)

And when the friction is reduced between our lips, and the particles return light floods between us, but we're so close, so close . . .

[You're just too beautiful.]

And we can't get too close (as stars and galaxies move between us). You're just so - too, even - beautiful; God will want you home soon, for he may need his heart to breathe.

But don't forget, the Man on the Moon would like you back as well; I'm sure he misses the subtle quietness of your voice - you're the only one he kindly spoke to - and he told me, "Remind her she's beautiful; with her, no one would need the sun. So tell her to come join me and we'll make music together an dbe on eas we light the skies."