A tale of love as old as time,
Of the moonlight and sunshine.
Every morning, as she wakes,
Dawn approaches the land.
Through the sky her light breaks;
A beautiful array, so grand.
But where is the moon,
To witness her splendor?
Gone much too soon;
His grace he cannot render.
A sacrifice he must bestow,
Each and every day.
So she can shine her radiant glow;
How he longs to stay.
They meet again as daylight ends,
Such little time they are given.
What a sight as their colors blend;
Toward each other they are driven.
But together they cannot stay,
As she finally must set.
A given order they must obey;
An end to their duet.
His love illuminates the night sky,
As his stars come out to shine.
Surely for her, you cannot deny;
A tale of love as old as time.
-b.m.
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