He has saphire eyes of longing,
And a black cloak,
Hiding despair.
His hair is the very night,
And he breathes jasmine into the air.
With hopeful eyes,
And a mournful smile,
He greets his love the sun.
But these star-crossed lovers,
Shall never meet,
He is too shy.
For each time she opens her gold-kissed eyes,
He runs and hides,
As her brilliance snufs out the stars.

She waits for him,
Eagerness written in her expression.
But as her light begins to fade,
And her golden glow turns to a blood red,
She hangs her head and disappears,
To being their dance again,
Tomorrow morning.
So, as he rises in the night sky,
She falls asleep,
But her light still shines on him.
 
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