De nacht en liefde, vergeleken door mijn gevoelens

The beauty of the moon,
Combined with the uglyness of night.
Resembles love, like no other thing.
Where the beatiful woman stands in the centre,
The rotten man tries to destroy it.
As stars fall, trying to destroy the moon
The man cheats, ‘cause the woman “ain’t good enough”
But the strong moon always returns,
And shows her face to be there once again.
The only thing some woman don’t resemble with the moon…
Is the will to keep going.
The moon, the woman. Beautiful as ever.
The man, the night. Ugly as can be…