The moon admires the sun’s light and warmth and thinks to herself:

“She is my sun,

My world revolves around her and her alone.

But how could one with a soul as radiant as she

Ever love someone with as dark a soul as me?”

The sun shies away from the pale perfection,

for she is too timid to confront what (she believes) to be

more beautiful than herself.

She hides in the night when the moon makes her appearance.

The sun doesn’t see that the moons light

was hers all along.