O Beloved, you asked me how much I love you once
That day I said tons
But today I have a number which you'll have to count
The drops of rain that fall on monsoon's account
~ Moonpie ~
Sometimes, I think of Sun and Moon as Lovers who rarely meet, always chase, and almost always miss one another. But once in a while they do catch up, and they kiss, and the world stares in awe of their eclipse.
O Beloved, you asked me how much I love you once
That day I said tons
But today I have a number which you'll have to count
The drops of rain that fall on monsoon's account
~ Moonpie ~
O Beloved, this unrelenting rain
Makes me miss you over & over again
It is merciless & has no shame
Igniting flames of love it cannot tame
So tell your God, to stop this mockery of my pain
Otherwise if I cry, his heavens would find nowhere to drain
~ Moonpie ~