One with emptiness and confined to his space, he was cursed to never feel the warmth of love.
You see, even his parents abandoned him at a tender age. His parents, the first kind of love gifted to every human.
Now he is dieing away slowly and the only beauty his eyes ever seen are the stars, moon and sun rise.
I weep for him, because he's never seen how beautiful a woman's heart can be.
Because he doesn't know, that a woman in love is a thousand times more beautiful than the stars, moon, and sun rise.