A little piece of dreadfully serious, melodramatic poetry I concocted. Read, if you are brave enough for the emotion.
The Sun's Love
The sun comes out.
Sooner, sooner, may she come.
Awash in her light, I have no doubt.
She belongs to me, and not to some.
She is my life and love.
I cannot do without.
Her caress is the wings of a dove.
The sun, she sends my fears in rout.
She brings life to the rose.
New life is in her furnace warm.
With her, I no longer have woes.
Remove from me all my thorns.
To the West, flees my sun.
But in the night, I await upon time.
I am the sun's love.
And she is mine.
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