The oldest love story is not between humans It is about two heavenly body’s attached too the sky Like all parents their love for children is immense Without them we would all die They take turns watching over them Filling them with warmth and hope Guiding them throughout their life Filling them with love and light The oldest love story is still ongoing They are still watching over us Even though they rule the opposites They can still be seen on the same sky I am miss moon, alone in the night Ready to begin a love story of my own But I need someone to fill the void Will you be my Mr Sun?