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.
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