That boy who had never been served love on a silver spoon,
Had finally found some love last year in the summer of June.
In a life filled with curses, he had received his first boon.
He was a selenophile, and in her, he had found a second moon.
Her silky long hair was like an ever-flowing stream.
Her eyes were so captivating, one look at them would force you to daydream.
Her skin was even fairer than the moon, as it would seem,
Her smile had the sort of magic that would make even the stars gleam.
They danced in the rain and whispered under the skies,
Lost in each other, they saw the world through love’s eyes.
Their love was utterly pure, devoid of any lies.
To each of them, the other was a treasure beyond any prize.
Under the dazzling moonlight, every night, they would go out to stroll.
And together they’d paint the night with the colors of their soul.
His heart that was void of love, no longer bore a hole,
As being around her had begun to repair his broken soul.
But since his relationship with fate had always been unfair,
There was another incident coming his way that would leave him in despair.
She died in an accident, leaving him alone again, devoid of love and care,
With no one in his life, with whom his feelings he could share.
Although all his life, he had been known to be brave,
Her death left a hollow in his heart so grave,
That every night, her love was the only thing that he would crave,
As he moved on from watching the moon to watching her grave.
SARJANA 