There was a shadow

There was a shadow and she was beautiful
She must’ve been quite a shadow too
For he, who’d fallen for her beauty
Was a true lover of shadows
So much so
That he’d never looked for easy shadows
In very charitable sanctuary of the sun
Thus he loved the night, and moon
Was his deity, who unlike
The boisterous sun
Was humble
She burnt not herself nor him
But there was a shadow and she was beautiful
She must’ve been quite a shadow too.

Who was this shadow to catch his fancy
Even in the ripest youth of the night?
Night had been the only lonely
shadow of his fascination.

She had basked in the heat of his attention
And he had bathed in the cool of her gaze.

She had blushed every morning
As he kissed her a sweet widersehen
He’d smile at the red of her shy departure
And she would s l o w l y fade away
To make room for milder lovers.

But who was this shadow that despite
The prime of the night
Had his fancy?

There was a shadow and she was beautiful
She must’ve been quite a shadow too
To have made him fall despite
His love for the night.