The sun doesn't know <br />how the earth yearns for his <br />warmth, his touch. <br />He doesn't know <br />how she sits in the chill <br />of the morning air <br />just waiting for him. <br />Just as the stars are <br />unaware how their very existence <br />thrills and brightens the night sky. <br />I have nothing you need, <br />certainly not in your league. <br />But I can admire <br />a perfect work of art. <br />And wish he were more like you. <br /> <br />* A Reminder About Copyright * <br />If you want to use a poem from this site please make your request to: janiceraymer@ymail.com <br />I will almost certainly say yes but this does me the courtesy of a request, and keeps the potential user from infringement of my copyright which is absolutely retained. <br /> <br />Thank you. <br />Janis Land-Raymer<br /><br />Janis Land Raymer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/clueless-19/
