I wait every morning to catch the sunrise.
I sit and wait for the sun to kiss my face and welcome me with his big hug of warmth -
Our lives are similar. Everyday he rises and wakes even though some days he fights his sleepiness.

Out on sunny days, I close my eyes and feel every bit of his love. Touching my forehead, nose, lips and teasing my caramel, soft skin. How merry isn't his love for me? -

In summer, he is most Happy. Boasting his strength all over the city. Watching the ladies flash their bosoms and cupcake sized melons. Shining at his brightest to keep them coming.
How naughty. But darker days are yet to come -
And I wait every morning to catch the sunrise. And as loyal as he is. He welcomes me with his big hug of warmth even after a long day of fun.

And as winter approaches, sad times are ahead. With feelings of lost and loneliness he tends to drift away. I don't see him anymore. Where do you go?, he never responds.

And I wait every morning to catch the sunrise. And as mischevious as he is.
I see him peeping through the early morning clouds; playing hide and seek with me. Coming out to play.

Though, times are still and happiness inexpensive. He still comes out to enjoy the day.