Juliet is incomparable to the envious moon. Romeo dared to speak with his chivalrous tongue. It is, indeed, pale and only borrows light from the sun. The term 'moonlight' seems so fictitious now— for never did it truly exist in a timeline. Yet you will hear the wolves cry at night when she is whole, desperately reaching for her immeasurable beaut.

Above all, the sun truly loved his wife. Embracing her at the darkest hours. Even when she was divided by gloom. At his least favorite phase. Unable to see her ravishing face. Since ancient times till this day, their duo remains unmatched upon the unfathomable heavens, but never together in the same sky for the mortals to ever come and witness.