Love is like the moon.
It comes in stages.
Never the same shape,
Depending on the phases.
Sometimes it wanes,
Other times it waxes,
Often it brings pain,
But eventually it lapses.
Some say it’s not forever,
I don't believe that's true…
Because just when you think you’ll never feel it again
Your love begins anew.
Like the night sky when it’s empty,
Your love awaits to bloom.
Just when you think you’ll never see it again…
Alas, a pale white moon.
