Two people met
Not knowing all that would happen
When they let
Their hearts go.

The boys eyes
Made her realize
He was the sun in her sky
And she the moon
Waiting for him to rise.

He hurt her sometimes
Tears fall from her eyes
Raindrops on her sheets
Her glow grows weak.

But their sky can be the most beautiful.
Deep hues of orange and red.
She shares the sky with him

When the night grows dark
She waits till she can see
The brightness of
The sun again.

She waits for the storm to pass
So she can dance
In the radiance of his light.

She hopes
He will always shine
For every and all kind

--amelia rose