If You Were the Sun

To what do I owe this pleasure dear Sir I'm seriously longing to bid you hello if you were the Sun in my path, I'd confer before the last ray of night loses glow I'd guide you to roses of beauty and grace then write you a poem in eloquent style by a waterfall fountain we'd sit and enlace while the sun shines above all the while May I lean on your shoulder and may I draw near for a sweet little sonnet of love and romance can we sit in the garden where roses bloom dear and soak in the beauty of a morning's, slow dance To what do we owe this rare moment of day, perhaps to a glance, from a heart throb away. July 5, 2021