Poke

Those summer rays,

never fade away.

they just stay the same,

in our skin and hair;

Like the love in the air.

The rays stir envy in my heart.

I’ve been trying from the start,

to get close to you,

like they do.

I love you,

from here to the moon.

From here to the farthest star,

the one that shakes my hand from so far.

The one that struggles to be seen,

The one that shines inside of me.

Can't you see,

I’m on one knee?

I’m begging you to love me.