You cannot see clearly with the sun in your eyes-
the heat on your face acts to paralyse
the quibbling doubts that drop like spitting rain-
a lifetime without you would drive me insane.
I sometimes wish that we could leave this treadmill,
of things coming and going, leaving and betraying,
yet I know I'll be the one left at my window-sill,
when I cannot see your sunlight for the pouring rain.
I suspect that we could last forever, just like the sun,
as it circles our world, faithful, as one.
You, too, brought a promise of your light,
and your human skin, an inexplicable glow
that I might deem to be matchless, when you are to go.
I will long for love's flaming sun, ablazing in my eyes,
and your wondrous hand on mine-
for I fear the sun will cease to shine-
when you are to go.



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