Analysis of Beauty

Is it me or does the star,
Look more beautiful from afar?
Cause if you go near you know,
How much it burns to glow.

Something it's never appreciated for,
To get beauty it lights up its core.
Just like the star someone,
Stays awake to be missed by none.

People glorify the moon,
On its beauty they swoon.
What nobody knows is that it,
Cries every night from its heart's pit.

It's scream is heard in the Wolf's cry,
You can hear it , you just have to try.
The star cries for the core it just burned,
The moon for a love never returned.

Beauty always has a price to be paid,
To burn or be lonely and afraid.
It's better to just be and love you for you ,
The world always finds something new.