I am the Masochist kid!

The two brightest little dots,
Both enveloped in the deep black.
Shine brighter than all the other spots,
That all seemed to have turnede their back.

These tiny sources of light,
That shine through the thick haze.
To show themselves only at night,
Ignored by all through the days.

The torment these two must feel,
Always so far but seeming so neer.
They helped with the ignorance they would heal.
But only so close as to peer

They were in love with each other,
Their fealings being the same.
To share these fealings with one another,
We must now watch and pity them.