"I lost it all" was a women's cry.
While the man in the mood just shrugged & sighed.
Aphrodite mused on her mistaken match as two lonely hearts beat between the stars.
In the dawn the women whispered to her pillow that she met the kindest man.
With a coldening smile she said she had no chance, he was admired by too many.
Each night she confessed to the moon & the man within took note.
When morning came her pillow was full from woes & frozen night tears.
Now she can't sleep at all & the night holds no comfort.
The man in the moon can only watch through the star lit curtains.
Dwelling on his fate to only be addressed in dark but separated from his love with the arriving dawn.
He sits & waits until she tells tales to her window pane.
Using stars as stepping stones, to only find a dead end.