The moon said to her Sun;
"Could you send more light...?
I'm feeling wan and drawn, and a little more of you would surely brighten my disposition."
The Sun smiled back at His Moon and replied:
"I burn for you Moon. When I send my beams, they race to touch your face, for you are the object of my shine."
"My", said Moon...I had no idea you held me in such high regard!"
"I love all of my children, said Sun."
I feed them,
warm them,
nurture them to life...
and this is a most satisfying honor..."
"My dear Moon", the Sun continued,
"You ask nothing of me, but light...
and not for yourself,
but merely to satisfy your desire to pass it along...a symbol of our grace...
a beacon of love."
"I have no more light to send you Moon, but I have infinite love with which to lighten your mood and heighten your glow,
it's all yours Moon!"
"I love you so!"