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How I love thee not the same…

People love, adore, write poems about you

They turn away from me, eyes filled with tears

Fickle you are, raising and lowering the tides

Constant am I, providing life and sustenance

You are parched, cold and…bluish dead

I am brilliant, hot with…throbbing life

Your beauty, drawn from me

Without me, you don’t exist

My beauty is from within

Without me, no one exists

Yet, they love you more, sister Moon

Why not me, your brother Sun

Beauty over substance?