She Puts My Sun In My Heart Poem by Jra Gra

She,
She, the beloved.
She is the spark.
She is the one who lights the sun in my heart.
Bright, warm, hot, brilliant, radiant.

She feeds the sun of my talent.
Fuels, nourishes, amplifies the ability
Of my artistic reach, so it shines
To the furthest edges, reveals
Hidden corners, nooks, crannies.
'Till the world is filled by sunlight

Beauty, grace, colour, form, perfume
That is flower. Inflates, glows, rejoices
In her nearness, gently rise
Within themselves, a hovering
Flock of hot air balloons,
Then still themselves, but somehow heavy.

Deflated by her absence
Sympathetic, console me
When she leaves the room.

Then i see the total. Of my world.
All the light from the sun in my heart.
All the beauty, reach power of my talent.
FADES.

Shows faintly.
Against the whole
Immensity of the love, whichin she enfolds me
And my sun glows in the tears of happiness, wonder
Down my cheeks in spontaneous joy and awe, sparkles.
She puts that sun in my heart.
Small though it is.
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