I guess,
When people say that opposite attract that it must be true
Because the lover of the sun is the moon
The moon,
A silver orb
Surrounded by darkness; In love with the sun’s warm golden rays
The lunar crescents of the moon
A quiet beauty in love with the sun’s roaring blaze
The moon
As cold and lonely as driftwood lapping along the waning sea
In love with the boiling energy of the sun
The moon loves the Sun as I love you
Completely and fully
and unobtainable as a moon lit sunrise
