The
sun loves the moon
so deeply
he dies every night,
not
in rage or fury,
but in quiet surrender,
letting her
breathe
as the stars hold their breath.
He slips
away,
a burning heart fading
into the horizon,
just
to give her space—
to let her glow,
soft and silent,
untouched by his fiery embrace.
She rises,
drenched in his fading warmth,
her light more tender
for the absence of his heat.
And so,
they dance—
his sacrifice,
her freedom,
woven in the rhythm
of day and night.
The sun loves the moon
so
much
he dies each time,
only to rise again,
for
love is the fire
that keeps them both alive.
HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!!!
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