He rises with a fire that aches for her glow,
She drifts in silence where shadows grow.
He owns the day, loud and bright,
She haunts the dark, cloaked in night.
He burns through time just to feel her near,
But she's gone before he can draw her near.
She watches him light the world in gold,
While hiding tears the stars can't hold.
They orbit close but never touch,
A love too strong, a curse too much.
He is the flame that roars and bends,
She is the tide that never ends.
He screams her name in every dawn,
She sighs his name when dusk is gone.
And in the sky where colors bleedβ
Their souls still ache, their hearts still plead.
In rare eclipse they crash like fate,
But even that is far too late.
A kiss too brief, a cosmic scarβ
Then pulled apart by who they are.
They are the sun and moonβdivine,
Bound to love but not align.
One sky holds what time denies.
A love that lives, but never lies.
βπ½ By: - WIN VENTURA
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem