The Sun's Moon

I like the ring of my name,

but never stop calling me 'baby'.

Say 'no' if you're unsure,

but don't leave me wondering with a 'maybe'.

Gently hold my hand when my thoughts go too far,

still sing happily, off key to me while we're riding in the car.

Please keep letting me wear your favorite shirts,

Still instinctively kiss my forehead when I say anything hurts.

I know it won't always be sweet like honeydew,

but never let our love feel like Winter in June.

Never allow ill words to be spoken true,

but

If we part ways...

I'll be the sun's moon.