I could make love with you until the moon decides to never glow again.

She's the kind of girl who brings you to the moon without you even being aware. The kind of girl you trip in love with, The kind of girl you never forget.

She's a dark-eyed, red flame, bohemian hurricane.

Don't tell a girl with fire in her veins and hurricane bones what she should and shouldn't do. In the blink of an eye, she will shatter that ridiculous cage you attempt to build around her beautiful bohemian spirit.

I would rather dance alone under the stars than spend a lifetime hiding behind the moon.

Don't compare her to sunshine and roses when she's clearly orchids and moonlight.