He’s Not the Sun, I am

I am the sun, and he’s the sky.
A beautiful pairing, one worthwhile.
I paint the pictures across his never ending canvas.
I outline the hills and valleys for him,
While he stays his heavenly blue.
We watch over each other like lovers do.
Always together until day turns to night.
But once morning comes we’re side by side
As though we were never apart.

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