1. The full moon smiled, baring his teeth,
Lighting up the darkness with his generosity.

2. Space itself grew small next to his open heart.
Whether times ahead or times now gone,

3. His love has decreed an end to my sorrow.
I neither turned my face, nor looked away

4. When he turned from me.
I find contentment in whatever pleases him,

5. As he finds joy in whatever pleases me.