Stars vanish but the moon is there forever

I had had a wooden
heart back then.
It lit up
As she entered my terrain.

She gave me love.
And I felt zeal
Of my burning heart.

She was like a glistening star
In my night firmament.
She was always there for me.
Pals, I thought,were like moon
They kept waning and waxing.

But I forgot even
The stars die; so did she!
She was seeing someone else,
Leaving behind the old me.

My heart’s inferno was put off
It was like unburnt charcoal.
My heart was too fragile,
To suffer another desertation.

But my moon waxed in,
And ensouled me.
That ensoulment forged
My heart to extreme.
It’s become a diamond heart,
That always gives a beam.
I realise now, friends
Were the moon, waxing in
In time of my woefullness.
And were the same moon,
Waning out in my joyousness.

Appearances can be deceiving
But true pals can not be.

Stars live up their life
And vanish.
But the moon is always there!
But the moon is always there!