If the light of the sun sought solace in the heart of one
who loves with no restraint, surely it’d find a home
in the warmth of your love, for the softness of your smile
would surely bid it to stay for a while.
And would the sun not offer to love you in secret?
Would the moon not shine upon only you in earnest?
Would the stars not offer to paint you in silvers and blues?
Would the sky not dye its canvas in your gentle hues?
Would dwindling night not becoming morning light
at the sound of your lovely voice?
Would all of nature not love you with such conviction as I?
For thou art a wonder to behold, golden in mine eye.