Luna

The moon is a lover. It's been broken, hurt, and revived.

We see its scars and call them CRATERS. We see its tears and call them rain.

Then Why don’t we its pain?

It's because it hides in the dark

and dims itself in the day.

Many love the Moon.

But the one that truly does is unknown to the moon.

It's the ocean.

It holds up all the tears of the moon as its waters and its shattered heart as the sand.

It lets the moonshine when it is down.

Are they incomplete? Will they ever meet?

They have been trying for a millennia

but none of them is a cheat.

They will meet someday

Even if it takes eons

Their love is never Fading.

Even when we are gone.