You Are My Sun

You are my sun, you are the only star I have ever known; One joy the more, one ache the less; Had kindled those baby fires o'er your face; Dimples that twinkle and a smile whose glow scares the dark. The finest of what gold cannot buy, Yet the purest of what love can find. How dear, how divine their burning poise. What a tress in all earthless grace That runs down thine spine; So splendid, so sublime, yet kink. Like a brook that hums down its sequins unto the vale. Where flawless curls and cloudless skies mingle, And deathless rainbows find clime. A fair yet rear beauty you are, A heart whose love is chaste. A hive of lips and fingers that spoil, Whispers of sweet words and stingings, And a caress whose sachet holds a million flavours. An embrace whose tight leaves a smell, A smell that crawls up my sleeves to the shoulders, So pure, so garden-fresh, what a heavenly scent! My darling Luche, grass cries, mails fly, numbers lie and flowers die, but for you and our love, I vow to try. Every noise needs a silence to rattle on; Every candle needs a dark to shine on; Every heart needs a cage of ribs to drum on, Yes, very day of my life needs your love to lean on.