I've often wondered why the sun has to set,
but lately i've been cursing its rise
for darling I love the way the candle lights your eyes.
I suppose,
I shun the conception that the sun will expose
the intricacies of my insecurities and depths of my woes.
i want to gyrate in my groves
and triumph over my pain
but the weather man in my pupils only predicts rain,
so why does the sun have to rise?
this darkness is a deterrent for my sweltering eyes
and in your perfection, my sweet, i must wear a disguise,
so keep the sun at bay, so my imperfection tries.

T.S