Moo-lord

I stand with the earth below my feet, Still radiating with the previous days heat. I look up to the starry sky above, and wonder of the one that I love. Does she long for me as i do for her, only the Moon will know for sure. High above the Earth he drifts, changing his shape in daily shifts. Looking down on the world of man, watching and listening to all that he can. His knowledge of the world has no end, and there is just on message I wish to send. Dear moon, with your beautiful mask of white, there is but on question I'd like to ask tonight. Is this real love that i feel, or is it a remnant of what used to be real? Please an