Your eyes are the sun, blinding me with a piercing glare.
To look at them, I do not dare.
Your long braids dance like solar flares, incinerating all that stands in their path.
The brave and strong tremble at your wrath.
If you are the sun, then I am the moon. Calm, quiet, and covered in scars.
Merely an admirer of the stars.
I face the earth, searching for someone who believes in me,
But they will never see
The darkest side of me which I will hide.
When we're together, that's where you shine.