Did you know that I bound through stranger's yards like a startled deer in suburbia in the dead of night so that I can catch the best vantage point for my moon-rise photo? I worship her. I do it to honour her. It's a symbiotic thing between her and I. She's my constant companion on those long, 100 km drives from one town to the next - those long and moonlit nights. Apart from her, I'm quite alone and have time to reflect, cogitate, talk and I sing out loud and no-one hears but her. It's not cloying although I do catch her smiling at me from time to time :)
She is my love; she hears my whispers of poetry, desire, love, regret, sadness - it's all offered up to her.
She knows me, she really knows me.