My beloved is on the moon. We go there every night so that we can look into each other's eyes. When I am not there, she is there--a near miss! I was so sure that I would see her leaving! But alas, the cold craggy rocks are still desolate as ever, awaiting my beloved. But we still gaze into each other's eyes each night, and feel the heat of longing even over the cold moon's surface, and soon my beloved and I will be together at last.