My Distant Sun
The trains go by
The airplanes fly
But nothing compares
To my despair
I would walk a thousans miles
And still not reach the one who smiles
So perfectly in the light
Whose person shines so bright
So close I can feel you
Yet so far I can't see you
Life goes on and yet it ends
And all of it depends
On the one whom I call
My distant sun
This poem is about:
Me