My vision has not blurred by the sunlight
mostly as it should, it allows me to grow
much like a wild vine, twining skyward
raveling up a sturdy Oak, infinitely sound
Just As an amphibian transforms, I too, metamorphose
with the sunlight, a radiant novice in a systematic world.

I clutch beams of the sun only to lose them, the rays swelter on
Eager to sustain precipitation in my body and still that hulking blaze
skyward triumphs without remorse, or animosity. I suddenly burn,
however a moment later, a thunder cloud maneuvers to blanket the sun
and release me from certain agony. Rain puddles about and splashes next
to me, and for a while I’m in complete harmony. But as with everything,
too much causes damage and soon I need the rays of sunshine.
You are my sunlight and my rain cloud.
Love often reflects the same.