His love for her was most pristine,
so he could never think of anything bad.
She was the most high moon for him.
Though distant,
he yearned for a little shine,
every lonely night.
But he knew deep inside,
that its only a wish.
She was quite a cruel
and rather selfish.
How could the moon, so sublime in nature,
care for a man, treading the earth.
Instead, she looked up to the sun,
glittering in gold.
Stared in awe,
intoxicated by its radiant light.
It was her dream,
one day,
one night,
for the sun, to be the lovely bride.
But the man kept faith
and the man endured,
to receive from the moon a kind
salute.
He wanted nothing in return,
only gentle smile,
be it truth or the lie,
could give everything,
even heart or the soul,
but the cold face of the moon
would never turn below.