The Sun
An answer to a question never posed
As cryptic sense of life becomes disclosed
Not for me, this time, I make request
But, for humanity, at your behest
A woman's view as surely as the sun
Reveals the inner working; you're the one
I realize the time may not be right
To randomly affect the pure delight
I swear I'd live by that until you say
The loving, not tomorrow, but today
In any life you choose
This is the as clear as I can get, I think.
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