His calm, cool kiss awakens me each August morning
Does he love me?
His weary rays struggle to bring warmth

Others shield themselves from his light
But I've learned to accept
He will burn my porcelain skin

He kisses me good night
I feel a guilt-ridden relief
As I watch him slowly fade away

I put my head to my pillow and shut my eyes tight
Because maybe
Just maybe
His rays will go away

Each night I fell more in love with the night sky
I watched the stars burn in solitude
But somehow I always missed
His burning kiss