Sunscreen
As odd as it sounds, you are not unlike the sun;
Your comforting attention illuminates the soul,
Fans the flames of a pining heart,
Nourishes and sustains me—
Yet for all that, your searing rays still blind.
You set me alight, both enlightening my vision and
Raging in my tear-filled eyes;
I burn by you—can you not see these flaring cheeks?
The trees, my temporal problems, block you from my sight,
But still I bear your ruddy, flushed mark.
I am the sunflower rising to you, sun,
Provider of all my needs, over and over
Unable to return the favor.
Though if I reach I may come close,
Still I cannot touch you.
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