|I see the moon, the moon sees me
The moon sees the one that I want to see
God bless the moon and God bless me
And God bless the one that I want to see.
I do believe that God above
Created you for me to love
He picked you out of all the rest
Because he knew I'd love you best.
I once had a heart as good as new
But now it's gone from me to you
Take care of it as I have done
For you have two and I have none.
- - Nursery rhyme