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?
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