From the Night Sky to my Dear Johnny

Tonight there are very few stars in the sky, only the moon in the middle of the dark. A thin crescent moon that slightly illuminates the beauty of the quiet night. A night as mysterious as Johnny's look when his deep eyes quietly stare at the infinity of the sky. A sky as coal-black as the glossy hair that covers his body and as immense as my love for him.

In this picture: Johnny.