Surrender

Never saw a sky I didn't wanna stroke.
Never saw a moon I wouldn't wanna lick,
or in the absence of licking,
never saw a moon I wouldn't wanna kick...
lovingly, of course, wanna kick.

I'm admittedly a pushover for pretty,
a hapless romantic,
hopelessly outdated.
What to do, oh what to do...

Surrender to the moment, sucker.
for it, too, shall past
as it is written.