As two young star gazers made vows to each other
they could see thier selves on the other side of the moon,
as two elderly people still deeply in love,
for as they made thier vows,
time was naught~
"If the moon should break from our sentiments alone,
I would endeavor to catch every last moonbeam
that shattered exsistance as we knew it to be,
and start again"
cried the boy,
"The dusty night would go on shimmering
in the deepness of silent whispers in thyne ear."
"By the night, by the starlight, the twinkling
of hearts would be our solemn vow"
And not to be forgotten were the melting moments
into stars that had not yet shown,
as the young man said:
"Joy, was not the freedom I had,
but, the ever intermingling with you"
The two did not know the world had ended,
and yet thier love had not.