Count the days,

Count the hours,

For a glimpse of you.

Wait all day for dusk,

Only to see the dark clouds playing jigsaw in the sky.

I lie in wait all night for my moon,

Lucky to chance a moment with him before dawn breaks.

And so on it goes...

Hoping against hope to see the moon every night...

Even while he's asleep,

Even on his days off.

O my moon! never can I get enough of you,

Only the memories to last me through.

-Prats