When the morning comes the sun is there for us
The sun is the husband who goes to work every morning
The sun doesn't have a mood, it just does its thing.
There are cloudy days
But it doesn't mean the sun isn't there doing its thing.
There are crazy hot days when we think the sun is angry
But maybe we just moved a little bit closer to it.
There are cold days when we think the sun is sick and weak
But maybe we distance ourselves from it.
I think the sun is lonely because of its high temperature
Maybe it is really angry
Angry because it doesn't get the happy ending something that great deserves.
I mean it is responsible for many lives isn't it?
Ahhhh
I can't help but being romantic
I can't help but believing the sun has a lover
A lover that waits for it to come home at night and have dinner, talk about the day and make love...
That lover is the moon
The moon has a part time job
Must be a nurse or a therapist
I don't know for sure, Google that.
Anyways...
The moon is most of the times a house wife
Responsible for having everything ready for the sun when the night comes.
And the sun is responsible for its light when it has to do her part time job, which is to illuminate the earth.
See? Perfect lovers!
All for us, their children.
The moon is the reason the sun comes home
And in the darkest nights
I believe they are making love, far from their children's sight
We are left with the stars
They don't shine as bright as them
But they make a beautiful view
Like chandeliers.
With this composition I tried to describe how I seem to repel people with the intensity of my feelings, how they go away thinking they are not deserving of such love, so I compared myself with the sun, yet, believing I have a match somewhere waiting for me.