I turned to the sun in search of God,

The rays of light directed me to you.

By the time my eyes adjusted to your glare,

I knew wholeheartedly that I didn’t want to endure another sunset without you.

The moon wishes it compared to your beauty.

For what is the moon but a rock in the sky?

You are made of precious jewels, sunshine, rain, and laughter.

To care for you is my pr...

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