The moon is jealousy.

They said the night would fall, so I unfolded my arm's, as if by chance your angel face may then appear to me, I caught a star a falling star and wondered long for he, what do I do with all that shines, the moon in jealousy, to watch him glow as bright or even more, before my heart my one adore, who's heaven sent, and claimed to have fell, I walked to catch him, so far from hell, with his embrace and blueish eyes , Met with peace within the skies, and so the night became to hold, the beauty there
More weight than gold.