It’s Moon the only carrier of it
With a pleasing load on his arms.
Naughty winds removing the curtains
Clouds the friends hiding her beauty
The carrier happy with a sexy glimpse
Half eyes for joy and half for duty.
Uncountable are the twinkling stars
Still she’s counting during the ride
Slowly walking on the Milky Ways
Procession is marching with a bride.
Just before the dawn on the gates
The bride came out as a morning star
Being hugged by the groom, her sun,
Disappeared to appear as evening star.