I want to give you the moon
Because it is part of me
You’re part of me
My past
You rise in my life
And set in my soul
I find you when
I need my way lit
I only wonder
What part I am to you
Paper Moments & Broken Lines
I want to give you the moon
Because it is part of me
You’re part of me
My past
You rise in my life
And set in my soul
I find you when
I need my way lit
I only wonder
What part I am to you
Paper Moments & Broken Lines 
It is a tender, easy-flowing piece, begs a question most of us have entertained a time or two before. Nicely written.
I trust the response from the object of your affection is all you wish it to be.
Cheers!
If only! Thank you for your beautiful words. This poem is actually a couple years old now, and its muse…..a cherished memory.