I knew the sun was in love, but I did not know with who.
I could tell by the passion that burned my olive skin into a golden brown.
It was neither his pride nor his declaration of love that scorched the earth that had made me realize he was deeply in love.
Rather on those days when I’d see him cry.
His eyes closed and knees pulled to his chest, tears running down his cheeks onto mine.
He loved so much, so hard surely she loved him too I thought, but why does he cry?

The answered had appeared that night when dawn hit the city.
I felt the heat of his blood rushing through his veins, the beating of his heart as he ever so lightly touched his lips with hers, the moon.
For a faint moment their worlds had collide.
The coolness of her touch sent a blush to cheeks casting shades of amber in the sky.
She caressed his face with her ebony hands and for a second they were together, they were one.
She kissed the tip of his nose as they began to drift apart.
He reached for her with his outstretched arm, tearing every limb to prolong his descend, to be together for a while longer.
An exasperated breathe slip between his lips as he disappeared past the mountain edge.

I looked at the moon, she had been crying.
Her tears dotting the sky with speckles of silver.
The earth had seem to sympathizes her pain.
The ocean, rising to catch her tears.
The night animals singing her a lullaby for her sweet sorrow.
The wind whisking her tear dampen hair out of her luminescent face.
She loved him as much as he loved her.

I knew the sun was in love.
That he was in love with moon.
He loved her with all his heart,
That he’d die for her every night,
So she could live.