The Moon and The Star

You deserve it all. You even deserve the world.
And I'd give it to you if I could.

But I can't, since that's unrealistic, and the world never was mine to begin with...

Because I am the moon.

And the moon cannot give anything beautiful,
for it only consists of the dullest, grayest dust.

But I'd still give you all of it, if you ever wanted.

I'd give you every grain of sand
and every last pitiful pebble.

That's all I have, and I know it's worth nothing.

It can never compare to how sparkling and radiant you appear to me.
Because you're the most beautiful and brightest star I ever saw shoot across my dark sky.

And I'd do anything to keep your light shining.

Though I still always think of how much I want to give you the world that you so rightfully deserve.

If only I could give you something as remarkable as you are.

But I know I'm bland.
I know I'm plain.
I wish I was of more worth.

I stare at you in awe. You're amazing.
You’re the most beautiful.
I want everything in the universe to know you're here.
And I am so proud,
so lucky,
so honored,
to ever be by your side.

I don't understand why you chose me. Maybe I never will.
But I am forever thankful.
And I will prove that, and show to you your worth.


You, the shining star. You, the sun.