In a conversation she was
launghing aloud in mirth and joy
and he was standing still
and silent, worried in dismay
just staring at her from far
with the yearning eyes and heart
he could do nothing else
cause he was just an ordinary star
among the galaxies
holding billions and trillions of stars
and she was the silver moon bright
the one and only, empress of nigh
©aariz
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