Sunsets
The power of my love is that of a sunset. Her beauty is revealed to me at the end of every day. I wait for my love in great anticipation as she rises all throughout the day. All day long she warms me. I can feel her looking down on me. She lights my life in so many ways. Her power can guide me... to shine out in front of me. She can burn my back if I turn it. The clouds form to confuse me. Some days I cannot see my love. At dark times I look for her. I think of her as flying so free. So many colors she paints for me. She is over land and sea. I wonder who is greater her or me?
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I offend wonder which is greater... the one who shines, or the one who is shined upon?