The golden rays are not nearly as fair
as either your hair or your glowing stare.
And skies can’t compare to eyes so blue.
And your lips make red rays appear so untrue.
And inside your beauty shines so much more.
Such grace and great strength you cannot ignore.
This truth is your truth that I love the best;
that makes my heart rhyme and race in my chest.
And as the sun falls cold and fades away,
those shades try their best to mimic my lays
of how you enchant, because who you are:
An angel, a gift, that shines like a star.
So as the sun sets, I think of your light,
that unlike the sun remains ever bright.