Thy Sun

He will call her name
Whispering lost lines of love
She will hear him
But she looks away
He begs and pleads
Why dost thou leave?
I am the sun
And I fade away
For sometimes the winter
With its bitter cold
Breaks our bond
No touch of warmth
To heal thee
But then in the summer
He will see her again
And he holds onto her rays
Soaks in her love
He is the Earth
And he sees none but her
But why,
Jealous moon,
Why dost thou haunt?

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