Beneath the soft embrace of night's calm hold,
The moon, adorned with a silver crown of old,
Yearns for the sun's touch, a distant flame,
A love that burns, yet remains untamed.

Such love, profound in its silent plea,
Stands resolute, though far it must be.
A devotion that watches from afar,
A guiding light, a radiant star.

Just as the sun yields to the moon's reign,
Sharing its brilliance, though bittersweet pain.
The moon craves the sun's warm embrace,
Yet distance is needed, lest love efface.
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