A/n: The Sun here is referring to how science sees the sun as a body not a god.

The Sun is a mysterious being,
Enigmatic and spectacular.
The Sun omits a beautiful sound,
That even scientists cannot deny.
It's brilliance is felt by everything and everyone it's light touches.
Much like the women of Earth.

A woman is much like the sun,
She is warm like a summer's day,
She is bright like first light,
She glows softly like dawn,
And just like dusk, she can leave you in darkness too.

She can beat down on you with her intensity like midday,
She can evaporate your sorrows like a heatwave,
A woman's presence can shine through and around you like the Spring time,
And just like golden sunlight, she can fill your heart with joy.

She can be worshiped as a God like the Sun in the East,
Or harvested for energy as a star like the Sun in the West.
How you treat her,
Is how she will treat you.
How you respect her,
Is how she will respect you.
It's up to you to choose your dose of sunlight,
Or accept her absence that brings with it the darkness in it's wake.

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