A sun, a moon, a love
A girl who had enough
The sun was he
He rose above
He glanced back down
And he saw love
The moon was he
And he was a vile
Who hurts the girl
So out of style
A warmth a glow
The sun bestows
But grief and cold
The moon was told
A day had come
When Anne chhose
Between them and
To gain, to lose
She looked upon
The horrid moon
And never on
The warmest noon
Her heart was cold
Her love was old
Done by her story
The moon had told
While the sun
He focused on
Rising up
Every dawn
And Anne glanced
Up above
The brightest star
And she saw love