My Sun

A shattering sneeze makes her head bow, 

Blocking out all the sunlight.

When she comes back up for air, 

I pull the curtains open once more, 

The pretty reams and rows of hazel hair, 

The fall in step on either side,

So I can bathe once more, 

Within the glow irradiating from her. 

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