The Mystical Moonlight

You could see him sitting along for hours,

Stroking her hair, comforting her,

Trying to heal, all those untold pains and those hidden scars.

Listening to all her deep and silly talks,

Knowing all what she has been feeling.

She would tell everything that from the entire world, she had been concealing.

For she has a shoulder to cry on and let go of all her fright,

Because the love is sacred, it’s beautiful like the mystical moonlight.

And when she gets in trouble, in pieces at times.

He would do all he ever can, he would even cross all lines.

Because every time he would see a tear falling down that eye,

To wipe them away and make her smile, he would always stand by.

So that everything falls in place, so that everything is alright.

Because the love is sacred, it’s beautiful like the mystical moonlight.

"But, are they really just friends?" people would stare them all the time in doubt.

And they would just laugh it off realizing that no one knows what this love is about.

Because when they're together they can color up even what the world thinks is black and white,

Because the love is sacred, it’s beautiful like the mystical moonlight.