When this bright morning sun shines on your face
All else in our world seems to disappear
And even that bright sun reveres the place
Around which he now circles in his sphere.
The humbled planets stand in line and bow
The moon and stars compete to see you shine
Or am I just deceived perhaps somehow,
And does this only change these eyes of mine?
For surely such a bright and shining light
Would stop all creatures and force them to stare
Yet somehow all the birds maintain their flight
And humans walk by seeming not to care.
So could it be that I love all alone,
Or are all other creatures made of stone?