how perfect is the moon?
how he sits eternally in darkness and gracefully accepts whatever light the Sun can give
looking effortlessly stunning using the bit of gleam he can get
how perfect is it that he orbits around her, hesitant to get near her, just so she can have her spotlight
how perfect it is that he waits every hundreds years to kiss his forbidden lover for just about 7 minutes
he kisses her for all to see but yet sets her free
he is too dark, too far, and too much of a shadow to stay
he doesn't want to dim her, dismiss her, nor diminish her, so he'd rather stay away
so he loves her from afar
running around in circles just trying to see her glow
he stays away in hopes she only becomes greater
never absorbing her strength but reflecting what she gives
how fucking perfect is the moon?
how perfect were you?