When you stop to look, you can always see me. But if you try to touch me, you can never feel me. Although you walk towards me, I remain the same distance from you.

A tough armored tank with twin weapons am I, facing neither forwards nor backwards but off to the side I have a stellar cousin who dwells in the night sky, and am a name for one quick to anger to fly, As well as proof of a passionate night gone awry

I bear a small sunny crown upon the green, like a tiny short-lived sunbeam, because with just one sigh, I trade my gold for wings and fly. Make a wish, then let me go, What am I? I think you know.

By moonlit veil, I skulk and creep, While others lie in dreamful sleep. Masked in black, with paws adroit, I purloin snacks with silent ploy.

A final sentence distilled in living jaws, delivered through a fleeting kiss. What am I?