In the midnight moon cries silently,

Its tears turn into cold air, a mystery untold.

A distant light, seemingly lost and hopeless,

Like a broken heart yearning for love.

Love, akin to the moon, tells a tale bittersweet,

Shining brightly, yet tinged with melancholy, it endures.

Its radiance, a reminder of what was once,

Now hidden behind clouds, lost in the cause.

Though tears may fall, it won't be denied.

Even in sorrow, its beauty remains.