It seems a one-sided thing at times, the love between the powerful sun and the beautiful flower. The sun rages and flares to send his love across the expanse, burning through the icy galaxy to reach the flower. The flower receiving that warming energy and ever growing toward it in seemingly ignorant joy.
It seems a one-sided thing at times, the love between the powerful sun and the beautiful flower.  

The sun rages and flares to send his love across the expanse, burning through the icy galaxy to reach the flower.  The flower receiving that warming ene... poetry stories
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A poem for lovers, not for pride.

It seems a one-sided thing at times, the love between the powerful sun and the beautiful flower. The sun rages and flares to send his love across the expanse, burning through the icy galaxy to reach the flower. The flower receiving that warming energy and ever growing toward it in seemingly ignorant joy.

What does that beautiful flower provide to such a generous sun? A smile. A sure smile. A knowing and loving smile.

A smile with a beauty and a grace that would calm his violent storms of fire. A peace that gentles those tidal waves of furious radioactive energy to a gentle roll and sweep. And so each day the sun rises, against the weight of the universe, seeking his final purpose.

That he might prove his love to the flower, embracing her with his tamed and amorous rays. That he might earn the glory of that beautiful smile.

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