He is a warm pool of sunlight, hidden in plain sight. The more you look, the more you find yourself engulfed by his dazzling eyes. The fierceness of his glare has etched itself into my soul, searing through it the memory of him.
When he loves, you can see determination, the kind that will never be eclipsed. He is our life-giving star. And, of course, our God has certainly bestowed it upon him. For who deserves it more? My man carries with him the very essence of the solar winds: his passion for love - all of us, never-ending.
He does not glare, neither does he eclipse. Instead, he pulls with him his divine lover — the moon. He never fails to show her off, through his soft golden kisses, warm wind caresses. He lights her up, thereby showing he is resilient — he showers that inspiration as rays, proving to be fruitful to all life.
Our God has blessed him — the Sun with his Moon. The blazing Sun offering intense devotion to the serene Moon — only some are honoured to see.
I am glad to be one of the many who can experience ardently the force of nature God created him to be.
