My Sun

If I am to live in the dark,
far from you, from your touch,
and glimpse you only
in the briefest of moments,
let me at least reflect your beauty,
let me at least shine
the love you let spill down over me.
While you are the sun
let me at least be the moon.
While you are my sun,
let me at least be your moon.

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