She is His Moon

I am an experience, a memory, and a ghost. 
But even so!
The Sun does not need the Moon, but he will still cast his Light upon her, and gift her Beauty with prominence.
We gaze upon her and adore her,
But we are just the audience
Of their ancient romance.
She is his art, his muse,
Her moonbeams, his rays of love.
Her reflection on a river
Is also a reflection of his heart
"Don’t you see?
We are made for each other.
You complete me so."

-k.r.r.