Would the sun blush
at what we say under the moonlight.
Whispered declarations and
soft ‘I love you’s murmured
against kiss bruised lips.

Would the sun blush
at promises of forever,
written in marks across soft skin,
a garden of blooming infatuation,
left for days to come.

Would the sun blush
at such delicate touches,
that make unfiltered prayers spill,
from rose petal lips,
like wine from a bottle.

Would the sun blush
at seeing such secret moments,
of pure unadulterated affection,
from me to you and you to me,
my love.

Would the sun blush
because the sun wishes too,
for soft moments in the moonlight,
to declare his love for her,
in hidden ways like we do.