ALL THAT I NEED . . . . .

All that I need is the air that I breathe to love you,
none on the moon and so what then would I do?
We could gavort, leap in no air, time to stand and stare,
look at the Earth in disttant sky without a single care.

We could live forever because we could never die,
like love allways there, didn't even have need to try;
does a baby breathe in the womb - not till coming out,
that was Earth but now we know what the moon's about.

It's about wonderful passion whether full or crescent,
of course, we should have known it was heaven sent;
on the first day God created the moon and the stars,
perhaps now we're short of breath we could go to Mars. 

There was water and blue moons, shaped like your smile,
I knew now that we'd been breathless lovers all the while.