She is the light to my darkness

The warmth to my cold.

The beat for the heartless.

And strength for the old.

She needs me and I need her.

Although sometimes I would much prefer.

To believe that I have no self-worth.

Then to let her help me shine down on Earth.

Now do not think for a second,

That I would let my sunshine,

Just sit by herself and let out a big cry.

Because as she told me and I now tell her. 

I will always be here, just look up at the night sky.

I am her moon and she is my sun.

Which means that together....we are most definitely one.