There she is again-staring out the window. The little girl gazes up at me every night, basking in my light, appreciating my shine. I long for her  smiling stares, like I am something beyond beautiful. She whispers, “I wish I never have to blink, so I never have to miss a second of you.”

She sits there entranced by my brilliance. Never wishing to go, yet never staying too long.

She says she loves me, but only during the night when I shine the brightest.