The Story Of Me and You

When the moon rises I think of you,
The one that got away from me
The one who's love was true,
I'll watch the moon as it glows
Thinking of the things we would do,
Then the daylight comes and we are still awake
Not many could hang with us, actually very few,
These are not just words to a poem my dear
They are simply telling the story of me and you.