i don't know.
but i do-
but that matters not,
because i'll leave the
interpretations to you
if the sun waltzed into the room,
he would look so much like you-
golden hair and brazen skin-
beaming confidence into even the most remote corners
all smiles and laughter,
no dark side like the moon-
if the sun waltzed into a room,
he would brand the eyes of the soul just like you.