To him, she wasn't just his lover.
She was his sun.
She was so bright,
So important to him,
That when anyone else was around,
He wouldn't notice them.
It was only ever her.
Like the sun.
Whenever the sun is out,
The sun's glowing rays
Outshine all of the stars,
And shines its light on the world.
She was that radiant and perfect,
He loved her so damn much,
That she outshone everything else in his sky,
And shone light onto his world,
Lighting it up just as much as his eyes did when he saw her.
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PoetryHighest - #36 in Poetry "Not only did I love her, but I could tell the universe loved her, too. More than others. She was different. After all, I would be a fool not to notice the way the sunshine played with her hair." -Christ...
