Boundless, reveling in its starry pool of shine and glitter, I look up at the arched crescent of the moon, my eyes reluctant to wander from the splash of white beauty, the name dances in front of my eyes and writes its poetry with the silk of the moon. How indescribably gorgeous! If you are fortunate enough to bear the name, exercise its power with caution -- suppose it becomes a common name? You could go by 'Lia,' which does not subtract from its charm and grace in the least.