The Lighthouse and the Moon stand alike, they guide the way for others yet can’t see their own light. 
Though blind to their ethereal glow, when the night falls neither fails to shine bright. 

The Moon called out once and the Lighthouse waved hello.
That night both realized, with each other, they’d never have to be alone. 

The morning sunrise is what they dreaded the most,
when the Moon would disappear while the Lighthouse rested from leading mariners along the coast. 

To meet again they’d wait for hours.
As the days went on, their love only grew like wildflowers.

They’d never get close enough to feel that lover’s embrace,
yet no soul on Earth could ever take their beloved’s place. 

This affair was beautifully doomed from the beginning.
They lost themselves in each other until soon enough, their light was dimming.

Their flame may have died out,
but to them, there’s no greater love story to reminisce about.