Sun

Ah, who am I to love you? But who better?
I cannot help but love, and being so
I love beyond the spirit of the letter
And in that feeling do not only grow,
But also spread, as plants that seek the sun
Turn their hot heads to soak up every ray
Without expansion. I have now begun
To heliotrope you, and turn your way
Admiring all your little turns of phrase
Your nice expressions, and your many faces.
These are to me as constant solar rays
Absorbed for nutriment, and in their graces
I am happy. In your being you I bask.
Be so and let us love. That's all I ask.