Like the Sun,
Love’s always there.
Turning night into day,
Melting joy with pain.
Like the Sun,
Love provides with care.
Warming hearts, healing aches,
With light it forsakes.
Some don’t see
Its imminent light.
It is just behind the clouds, out of sight.
Some don’t know
That all it takes
Is to turn around to catch it awake.
Some prefer
Not to look at it, direct,
Being consumed by guilt of neglect.
Still…
Like the Sun, love’s always there…
So turn around, wipe off clouds
And let it flare!
November, 2009
