| Her Sun The sun makes her laugh, it can make her cry. She can swim under it with pleasure and then be burned by its rays, but she keeps coming back. The sun aids her when she most needs it-- it seems to understand her. The sun with its spots is not perfect, but she does not desire for it to be; she only wants the sun, as is. She only wants you to be her sun, and she thinks that you can, but will you try? Won't you try? She knows you well, she knows how you think, and she knows you are afraid. Go ahead, take some time, and then make her laugh, make her cry, make her feel beautiful-- she can wait. |
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