I have witnessed the love
of the sun and the moon
and I see it in ourselves.
One falls
so that the other may rise
and do the same for the other.
Circumstances prevent them from ever being together,
yet if you look up in the night sky,
the moon basks in whatever light he can
because he can never truly be bright enough
and she, the sun, asks for nothing in return
as she watches him shine with a glow that
she could never hope to match.
Always rising.
Always setting.
Always me.
Always you.

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