One Sol, My Luna

What I believe, is what I call faith.
To have none, to have you, is what i see fate,
Befitting to think, will immediately sink.
For the thought of us, from a comet to space dust.
Define our ending, its brink.

It was never the right thing.
For I am the Sun, center of this galaxy.
But it never felt wrong, it was meant to be
That despite who I am, my thoughts revolves around thee.

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