It cannot be—
she said to me,
the end
is not my making.
To keep apart,
two lovers' hearts,
is another undertaking.
This might be true—
I said to you,
but it is they
who are mistaken.
For where there's sun
you'll find a moon,
and neither
can be forsaken.
-Michael Faudet
in which she was his sun, and he was her moon.
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