Sun She Is….

As he burned in her desire,
His skin donned her smell,
His breath the rhythm of her heart,
They say love falls from the sky,
And hits the earthlings,
Usually when they are unaware,
Engrossed in the duties of time,
Does it really happen?
Had someone asked,
Maybe, Maybe not,
He had said,
My world becomes her,
The sun to my farms,
The rains to my meadows,
The winds to my wings,
The dreams to my reality,
Maybe it happens,
Who am I to say,
Maybe I am a moon to the Sun she is……