Be my moon,
And I will be your sun.
She hid herself— refusing to be
bound to a life of melting when
was made to stand out.
Her flare shines ever so scarcely,
in hopes to be found by a star
that wouldn’t smother her.
He whispers into the darkness,
in hopes that in the solitude of
her frigid fortress won’t shatter
the words before her heart can.
Believing that he could show her a
rainbow without snuffing her out.