Lunar Joe

It was down by a deep moon crater

A few light-years ago,

In the glow of a super nova

That I met Lunar Joe.

In his right hand he held my left,

With his left hand he held my right;

With his other hand he gently stroked my hair

All through the purple night.

He bid me leave my planet

To visit a distant star;

Together we would tool about

In his intergalactic car.

I gazed into his orange eyes

And into his blue one, too;

I said, “Although you're the best of guys,

I'm too young to give all to you.”

Since then there have been a few suitors

Some human, others not quite;

But none has gently stroked my hair

All through the purple night.

Oh, Lunar Joe, I miss you so!

I've loved no one but you!

No one but you!