Lunar lament

Forever alone

I love my enemy. I love her strength, her endurance and her passion. I love the way her flame licked hair is always flickering, and I love her smooth tan skin. What most people would consider flaws, only adds to her magnificence. But sadly, she hates me. She spends her days chasing me from the sky, making it her life's work to banish my darkness to nooks and crannies. But could you blame her? Who could love the weak, dull moon? She doesn't, and its clear she despises my presence. When I work enough nerve to confess my feelings to her, she chases me out of the sky in a few moments or less.  To be honest, every second with her is a treasure to me, and I'm grateful for every one, even if she doesn't feel the same. It hurts to be scorned and unloved, and sometimes I wish the sun, and her breathtaking beauty, would disappear. If she wasn't here, my heart could heal. But she is, so I settle for admiring her from afar, forever alone.