This isn't the time for infatuation.
But you seem so whole under the sunlight,
Shining on you and just you. The room
Is a void with the lights down;
You seem like the speed of light in space.
Your presence makes the vacuum less so.
A sun fusing and diffusing a trillion photons
Coalescing into your smile,
Coalescing in my sight.
Coalescing from corona to cornea;
You are my line of vision to the heavens.
Don't believe yourself. You are magnificent.
You look like you've been loved across
The universe. I think I'll stay here, brightness
adjacent (I'm afraid I'll get burned again).
This isn't the time for infatuation,
But can you blame me?
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