There was a reason she was so romantic about the moon.
It never asked her questions
or begged for the answers,
nor did she ever have to prove herself to it.
It was always just there - breathing, shining
and in most ways humans can't understand;
Maybe she was like the moon, content to shine brightest
when no one really cared to look, always there in the darkness,
when someone needed light.
Yes she was like the moon, and even amongst a million dazzling stars,
she was still the brightest, most beautiful thing you could gaze upon.