Counting days and hours
to catch a glimpse of you.
They say with distance love sours.
I say, says who?
Like the waning moon
I'll stand by your darkest nights even at my weakest.
Like the overpowering sun of summer
shall keep you warm at your coldest.
I count days and hours
just for the Moon-Sun role play.
Doesn't matter as long as we are us,
Be it a moonless night or scorching day,
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