Mr. Sun, I belong to you
but I am in love with the moon.
I feel your rays of heat and passion,
while complaining I am always tired
because I stay up during the
midnight hours just to see him.
I feel the magic and creative energy,
writing better poetry during those hours.
He is my muse…
he is my heart.
I belong to you Mr. Sun,
I need you to survive,
but I am in love with the moon,
awaiting for him,
praying I never have to choose.
Love Notes, J Saunders