Better to love the sun
because it's always there for you,
it never really leaves.

Not even at night, she said,
it hides behind the moon
to remind you of morning

when it glories across the sky.

It's so beautiful. It shines so bright
touching my skin 'til I'm warm
inside.

Better to burn, she said,
than to freeze to death
from his cold, sharp words.

Better to love the sun
than it is…

to love him.