Never let it be said, then
that the Sun does not love the Earth.
Even on her coldest days
when she will not see him
he protects her still
when she will not acknowledge him
he waits upon her still.
Painting the heavens as a gift
leaving rubies at her feet
guiding her through the empty void
shielding her from the nothingness
waiting for her to turn her face again
to the warmth of his embrace
one more time in an eternal dance
her smile worth a thousand lifetimes of effort.