Would I rather close my eyes to the hot kisses of the sun on my skin,
Shining so brightly, my eyes cannot endure her loveliness?

Or would I rather gaze upon a midnight moon,
A common thing of beauty to visually behold,
But leaving me cold as always,
As I hug myself to warm my arms in the night?

A mediocrity, he controls where I place my beach chair.
For her, the planets align, and
Too much time in her presence yields
Searing heat, but hours with him
Do nothing for me.

Even behind the veil of cloud tearing and muddying the earth,
I know she is with me. She lights my days,
And I cannot live without her.