I don't take myself a wonderful writer, but sometimes a thought will come begging to be written out, and I'm a sucker for tragic metaphor. This is a short based around the gravitational pull that allows the tides to be affected by the moon (or rotation of the planets) likened to the relationship between Kazuma and Bishamon (THE OTP). Repetition is used for a reason!
If he were the moon, then she would be the ocean. She is free, she is unyielding, and he guides her every night as she silently follows him. She watches him turn from a faint glow in the twilight skies to the bright hanging lantern in the evening, and she follows him. She cannot reach him, and he cannot reach her, but they will dance every night, and they will sway to the beat of the same song as she brushes the shore, and he watches her. She is rugged yet she is graceful, and no dance they share is ever the same. The tragedy, he thinks, is that god said they may never truly meet, and that they must watch each other in silent wonder, pondering endlessly what it feels like to dance together, to be able to touch, and feel, and know, and love.