Complete or not,
It shines through every phase,
What a perfect thing with grace.
Stands tall with its glory,
I am sure it has many stories.
My soul retreats to its wilderness,
When the moon is kissed by the sun.
In the pinkish soft sky of dusk,
Another love story has just begun.
The sun might be too bright to understand the darkness,
The moon, however, celebrates its lightness.
In my prayers, I reminisce,
When I see both with bliss.