You are the sun. I am the moon.
The only time we can see each other is dawn.
Perhaps in the beauty of twilight.
I can only watch from the shadows.
Your beautiful pink fur glistens in the sunlight.
The way you turn, the way you smile.
To me, everything you do is perfection.
The way you walk, the way you "talk".
Are you teasing me?
Telling me how beautiful you are, yet I cannot have you.
I cannot call you mine.
Why must it hurt so much?
Do you feel the same?
I can only wonder.
You are the sun. I am the moon.
We can never be together.