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.