She lived with the stars, where he stands beneath them.
She was dressed like the Sun, where he enjoyed the warmth- and
She painted the clouds to gray, while he was praying for some rain.

They were perfect, until I came.

I am the Moon- and took his eyes away from her.
I am the night, as he was begging to share the same bed- and
I am the wind, who blew her away from him.