She is the sun,
And I the moon.
Her beauty was immeasurable,
And her sunny day warmth,
Was that of a volcano.

She is the sun,
And I the moon,
We came from different worlds,
Held different times
And lived different lives.

She is the sun
And I the moon,
And every morning,
I would have died
Just so her beauty shone.

She is the sun
And I the moon,
And with every breath I drew
I only ever knew,
There was no girl comparable.

She is the sun
And I the moon,
But as I lay weary eyes at sunrise,
Her spectral figure appears in my dreams,
And I lived for that moment.

She is the sun,
She was my sun.
My light
And my day.
Till she went away,
And I, the moon
Wandered around
Aimlessly at night,
Staring at stars.