Shine on moving sun

In front of me stands
A flower;
Colorful as a butterfly;
Beauty that surpasses
Anything eye has seen
I find in you;
If beauty be
The source of love,
I have enough to feed
My delicate eyes;
Shine on moving sun,
My heart no longer
Will darkness eye,
As long as you are
The Queen of my heart.

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