The Sun's Lover
I will always love the Sun
My love is never done;
Like him, there is only one
By his warmth, my heart was won.
His brightness makes him a shining icon
He never wanes – I wonder, is he made of iron?
When he leaves, the whole world yawns
But I’ve been waiting to be with him for aeons.
When he sees me, he blushes vermilion
And this, the world calls dusk or dawn.
For a few hours, we rule the sky as one
And wait the rest of the time for a rerun.
For some, I may look like a loon;
But that’s just me, his lover – the Moon.
Copyright © Veena Venkat | Year Posted 2023
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