the moon learned "love" off by heart in hopes to impress the sun.
Every breath you gave me, left me aching in your light which was just a masquerade for your burning touch. Though, over the horizon, you were everybody's favourite sunset; while below the horizon, I was the broken reflection of the moon.
but it never learned that the pair had never and will never meet. and that love is not meant to be written down and learned like poetry.