In the realm of endless skies, a love tale to behold,
Of the radiant Sun, and the Moon, so pale and cold.
Bound by a curse, they danced in separate spheres,
Yearning for each other through countless lonely years.
The Sun, a blazing fire, in daylight's golden grace,
A radiant king of warmth, with a fiery embrace.
He bathed the Earth in light, his love on open display,
But at the day's end, he'd watch her fade away.
The Moon, a silver queen, in the dark of night she'd gleam,
A gentle, silent beauty, in the starry, midnight dream.
She longed to touch her love, but her light was far too dim,
Their eternal love story, a tale of love's cruel whim.
A curse, old as time, bound them to this fate,
To never share a moment, to always be separate.
The Sun, so bright and warm, the Moon, so cold and white,
They could only meet in twilight's tender, fleeting light.
In dawn and dusk, they'd meet at the horizon's line,
A love forbidden, yet eternal, their hearts intertwined.
He'd kiss her with his warmth, she'd grace him with her glow,
In twilight's fleeting moments, their love would softly grow.
For eternity they'd dance, forever worlds apart,
A love story of the heavens, engraved in every heart.
The Sun and Moon, in the endless cosmic traverse,
Bound by a timeless curse, their love would never disperse.
In the day and night, they'd yearn, forevermore,
Each radiant kiss they shared, left them longing for more.
In twilight's embrace, they'd find a love that would last,
The Sun and Moon, in the skies, their eternal love held fast.
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