Today, the Sun smiled at me

And it felt like one thousand butterflies

Caressing my skin, painting me gold.

It was just a split second

But I still thought about it for hours;

I even told the Moon.

She tells me every day

That the Sun might feel the same

But that's just not possible.

The Moon doesn't know the Sun

Like I do.

So everyday I tell the Moon:

You are foolish,

But honest in a way.