why do we describe beauty as compared to the sun?
the sun is greedy with her beauty
hurting those who want to look at her
she burns those who love her and blinds those who admire her
yet we say, “he looked at her like she was the sun”
the moon, however, shares her beauty
she shines in the night sky
sharing the blanket of darkness with the stars
she reflects off of the lakes, casting silver light on the few who love her
smiling down on us who wish she would stay with us
we should say, “he looked at her like she was the moon”
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