my love poem to nighttime part 1

There is something just so incredibly magical about nighttime. The quiet hours and the dark sky by the moon made sublime. Whispered words travel through the gloomy atmosphere, Nothing is more real than a nighttime word, a sigh, a tear. The night, with its black cloak and soft embrace, shields us from it all And it allows us to strip naked, to be genuine, to confess, to break, to fall. The night is intimate, it’s personal, an old friend whom we can always rely on, A friend that will listen to the words that we would never pronounce after the break of dawn. A friend that allows us to get rid of the masks we wear in the light, And, rid of all veils in its pitch-black presence, we can shine so bright. The night has been witness to so many things the day will always ignore, Love confessions, heartbreaks, embraces, and all of humanity’s guarded lore. The sun, with its golden rays and reassuring and constant presence, Will never have anything over the silver moon’s hypnotizing essence. The day shines on people and their lives, whether they like it or not, It shines on their smiles and happiness, and for this, it holds in everyone’s heart a special spot. Yet it shines regardless of people’s desire for it to do so because it is free Therefore, shedding light on their weaknesses for the entire world to see. For this reason, I think, people seek the comfort only the night can provide, Under whose protection they can hide, with no expectations to abide. The moon has seen things the sun never will, She reached down to dry tears spilled by her admirers on their windowsill.