Hiding moonlight

It came from certain things I was suffering from last year

You are the shining Sun,

I'm the hiding moonlight,

Eyes are fiery, so bright,

You are more beautiful than night,

Will you ever care for my sight?

Morning brings a thought,

With a dream I have caught,

It has come, tired of endless plots.

Winter strikes this year's end,

I will be gone with the warmth of your summer,

Waiting for you to be born next dawn,

Since you never knew this comer.

Author's Note

I write what I feel is right, may not be right according to 'Laws of Poems' but surely in the realm of emotions.