Only in feverish dreams does she love me it seems. Even as the Queen of Night, she casts only reflected light. Perhaps I only see
My love reflected back at me.
Cold hearted ball ruling the night, try as I might, I can't see her as such, only filled with loving light, blinding my sight
Of terrible things and all they bring.
Why must I forget how to trust, confusing love and compassion with passion and lust? Why must I breathe my own misery like a cloudy wreath of blissful deceit?
Moonlight's heart is somewhat dark, deliberately obscuring her feelings. You know, sometimes she has me climbing the ceilings instead of revealing all she's concealing
That is why I endure.
When mist rises at night hiding me from sight, I secretly watch Moonlight at play. Knowing all the while, a simple, secretive smile is all I desire to convey.
Should she see me I pretend to be dreaming and watch my Moonlight fading away. I can hardly contain my rising pain, and wait for her to come back
I am not responsible for how you choose to interpret what I say.