The way of the sun
The brightness of the sun,
Though it borrows from the rainbow
It surpasses not the radiance of your smile
Nor nears the bright shine of those diamond eyes
Their clarity casts a time spell
And brings my horizon nearer
Turning my tomorrow; today
Like a burning ingot, my heart burns within
Giving flames to my love
Beating to praise thee beloved’
Chariots of love it carries
Lover of thee my knight!
Forget not the mystic rays,
Touching your feet making magnificent Atlas
A valet in disguise, for I ride not in skies
As you my beloved, are, my paradise…
By: jemu90
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