what's sunlight gotta do with it?

Do you know…

When your eyes are closed and

You can still see the sun through your eyes?

Feel the wavy warmth of the winter sun?

While the weather is harsh and uncompromising

If you stand still long enough

Sunlight still parts the cold air

To come brush its golden tendrils on your cheeks

And you feel cocooned in decadent bliss

Do you know what that feels like?

Soft! Soft is what it is.

For me that’s what love feels like

Not the blinding sunlight of summer

Its too hot too fast too harsh

And it leaves you with skin burns

Love is supposed to be a slow low burn

It’s a constant, a promise

a lifeline, a lifetime

its not exclusive, not selfish, not possessive!

Who am I kidding? If it weren’t all three of those a little

It wouldn’t be love at all.