In lunar realms, where shadows ever creep,
A barren land, where solace seems to sleep,
Love sheds her light, a beacon soft and kind,
A gentle touch upon the heart and mind.

No scorching sun, but luminescence pure,
It was a moonlit dance, forever to endure.
Unseen it blooms, in craters stark and cold,
A fragile warmth, a story yet untold.

For even darkness craves a tender ray,
Love sheds her light, on the dark side of the day.