Clueless Poem by Janis Land Raymer

The sun doesn't know
how the earth yearns for his
warmth, his touch.
He doesn't know
how she sits in the chill
of the morning air
just waiting for him.
Just as the stars are
unaware how their very existence
thrills and brightens the night sky.
I have nothing you need,
certainly not in your league.
But I can admire
a perfect work of art.
And wish he were more like you.

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Janis Land-Raymer