Paragon

One who has seen 

The darkness of my

Sun, 

One who has seen 

The black moles 

Of my naked soul 

Is none other 

The moon 

Who loves to inhabit 

In this mortal world only for me.

The sky deprived 

Of its glory, 

Arranges her facsimile from the almighty. 

But

My moon's paragon remains unmatched 

And hiding itself from her, 

The jealous sky shows ostentation 

To the world.