Yet, they be.

The sun,

She waits.

Waits for those wonderful days

Where she can catch a glimpse of her lover.

They rarely see each other.

But when they do,

She is happier than she can imagine.

Seeing him makes her feel alive,

Makes her shine brightly,

Makes her feel the magic:

The magic of love.

There are days however,

Where she will not see him.

Those are the painful days.

She yearns to see him.

Never to touch,

They are surely toxic for each other.

She’d burn him.

He’d dim her.

They are not meant to be.

Yet, they be.

Yet, they exist.

Yet, they love.