If I say you're like the sun, shining brightly, unable to be hidden,
Then, pretty star, you are like the sun—
Shining so bright it hurts to stare.
Yet just like the moon, with its radiance drawing even the deepest of desires to look at it,
It is quite literally impossible not to risk the glare of the sun that your beautiful self exudes.
I have to say—
I'm quite impressive with my words,
Expressive and impressive.
I guess I should be proud,
And you as well should be proud,
For not many are they that make even Apollo himself envious of my praise.
Hollas ©
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