Love, insecurity and pain

Love

A fantastic evening,
A red sky, look! look at her!
Look how red the sky is,
Well she is always like this...
Red in the morning
As her lover comes to her,
And red in the evening from crying
as he leaves her.
Poor her! she loses her light once
he leaves and mourns in darkness,
even though her friends try to
console her by twinkling around,
And reminding her now her husband, moon,
Is with her, he was always there.
but alas! she doesn't like the moon
And the moon doesn't like her either
he runs behind the clouds,
those pretty fair maidens attract him
and often give him a little hug,
He looks clear and bright without the
clouds...
he is just sad and trying to be more bright
to get them back or to find them in dark sky.