It seems almost intolerable,

Just thinking about,

Well you know,

How the sun met the moon,

It was so beautiful,

Nearly heart-wrenching,

It seemed as if fate had it's way,

Of actually existing,

The incomplete cresent of the moon,

And the invisible corona of the sun,

It was like patchwork,

It didn't quite fit,

Aye, with the rough craters of the moon,

And the liquid, smooth, and molten plasma,

Definetly not a work of jigsaw,

It seemed like an unstable relationship,

No foreseeable chemistry,

Doomed by the rest before they even started.