"And what if your vows prove false in time? And what if I’m left to weep. Is the rose less sweet in its crimson prime, that its beauty cannot keep? Was ever the moon that didn’t wane? Yet tonight the moon is full, and the heart is richer that chances pain than the heart in cotton wool. Then what, my love, if your love is brief? Tonight you are mine to kiss. And better a century of grief than never an hour of bliss."

- Full Moon Song by Georgie Starbuck Galbraith