The Sun, the beloved of the Moon
Would flare his majesty in pinning anguish
His love could never be his
For fate had mockingly told them so
His anguished voice answered
For he knew the Stars would hear and speak
"If I were to rove the Dawn and Dusk unveiled
More likely than not she would burn."
Alas, the Moon listened in silence
Her heart calling out, knowing that only he could hear
She a cold maiden of the night
Could never speak nor see her love in full
"But I would burn if only I could see my lover!
Even if it were only for a moment!"
Thought she in her quiet realm, watching the night
"A thousand times I would burn for one true minute!"