The Moon For Stars

Been searching for a love, a home; a place to call my own. A place where I am wanted, welcomed, cherished; down to my bones. I dream of gentle fingertips that trace over my skin. A soul who always chooses me; come time and time again. I swear that I can feel the warmth of a real True Love's embrace. And if my tears should fall they're gently wiped off of my face. I really cant explain it but my whole life I've believed... That out there was a soul who's eyes were truly just for me. Those eyes see only beauty, even in all of my flaws. Every bump, bruise, even scars are loved... accepted afterall. A love which wouldnt leave me, nor would it dwell upon my scars. A dedicated lover who'd never lose the moon for stars. The problem though... I'm not the moon; not in anybody's sky. I'm not even a star, I only fade into the night.