My love, your sparkling gaze is like the sun,
So how big must I be before I'm seen
(and might I have a better chance at fun
Pursuing one who won't lord over me)?
My lover's shine is something like the sun
(Though she, in point of fact, is rather thin)
In that she brings me heat and light and fun,
and oft a sense of scorching of the skin.
My sweet's mind's eye may, as the sun,
Penetrate the shady alcoves of my soul
So that I may chart myself when she is gone,
and my knowing of myself may be more whole.
For clouds may come, and sunny weather pass.
For, where we live, the sunshine doesn't last.
So how big must I be before I'm seen
(and might I have a better chance at fun
Pursuing one who won't lord over me)?
My lover's shine is something like the sun
(Though she, in point of fact, is rather thin)
In that she brings me heat and light and fun,
and oft a sense of scorching of the skin.
My sweet's mind's eye may, as the sun,
Penetrate the shady alcoves of my soul
So that I may chart myself when she is gone,
and my knowing of myself may be more whole.
For clouds may come, and sunny weather pass.
For, where we live, the sunshine doesn't last.
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