The moon girl

You told me to find the star
Waiting for her moon.
Though, she found her soulmate,
More than him, she owns her scars,
Rather than scars, her brightness.
She is eternal with her light not love,
She can hear you cry,
Her silence heals you.
Every night, she bathes,
In darkness and outlasts her light.
She is a gift to the universe,
That she is free of gravity.
The air cools the night
To get her warmth.
The Beatles welcome her
With their unusual music.
She isn't "special",
She is herself, and
She knows that.