the moon to the sun,
the sun using its light to capture the beauty within the moon.

the waves to the sand,
the waves rolling through the sea but slightly brushing the sand, carefully.

the breeze to the trees,
shaking its branches and blowing the leaves ever so gently.

the stars to the galaxy,
tiny in size but the amount of them all collectively shining, beautiful.  

the milk to the cookies,
one without the other doesn’t fit right, even santa knows.

my love without you,
minuscule and obsolete, never truly reaching its greatness and feeling complete.