Love looked at the sky before, a canvas vast,
With endless stars, a love that seemed to last.
But constellations shift, and seasons change,
And earthly hearts, with doubt, may rearrange.

Did love lookup, in hope, for mirrored fire?
A burning ember, a celestial pyre?
But flames on earth, they flicker and they fade,
Leaving love's gaze, a promise half-betrayed.

Yet wait, the moon, a constant, watches still,
Love's steadfast gaze, on ever-changing will.