“...I'm shy in person - so afraid to confess my love - I need a go-between - our mutual friend, the Moon...”

“...I'm the last person to ask about unrequited love - I've run away to the Moon and fled to its valleys...”

“...I'm not afraid of the opinions of others - but of being needed and coming up short ...”

“...Ah, but the Moon my Love is jealous, and can you blame him? You outshine him with your virtues...”

“...I know I misplace my glasses - the one's I don't need - you roll your eyes - but I don't misplace my love ...”

“...you disappoint me -I am the worst liar in the world - I can't hide my pain or my need so I make a bouquet of my sorrows and give them to you ...”

“...you merely look at me and I want to confess, but don't - I've buried my heart under the floor boards, but you always dig it up...”