either the sun or the moon
they gave signs that came so soon
the time when all flowers bloom
i found a story in a different room
the message was anything
the pages wore nothing
plain as blank with a great coating
but the characters were everything
they know love and despair
then ended with broken repair
the actual horror they fear
but with happiness they pair
little do we know that love is pain
beautifully coated with endless vain
we gave our all with disdain
to lose sorrow in the morning rain
