The moon,
A sphere of light upon the shadowy darkness of the midnight sky. Only once every so often does it show it's self to the world, and others it hides behind that black blanket of sleep. Speak to the moon and tell it your secrets and it shall keep them forever. Your own little diary upon the friendship of stars. Smiling down at you, the man on the moon, knowing your true love, whom the name means no love.

A name,
The label of relationships between the world and a person. To know whom you are but not who you'll be in the future or past. A recognition of what and whom you are to a person. Changed to hide or love, to change the identity. . . change a person. But it does not, for if your name were anything but what it is. . . Would you be you, or someone else? Something that can't override love, no matter how important.

Love,
As strong as anger yet nothing the same. As sweet as sugar but lasting still longer. Stronger than a diamond yet softer than the sound of a feather blowing in the wind. To be willing to die for someone who means nothing to anyone and more to you than your own life. To look at someone and know that without them you would die. To be willing to give up your happiness for theirs knowing that one glimpse of their smile brings you all the joy in the world. Knowing that you would die to be with that person.

So tell the moon the name of your love. Tell it that the name means nothing. Tell it that your death will be for nothing but love. Love being everything of a reason to take your life.