I love you like the moon refracts. My atmosphere shifts to accommodate only you. I bend light to be better soaked by the realities cast by your crazy orbs lingering over the earth of me, making my halos make shimmering sense to all you instruct on how to see before you shoo them away. I love you, and how canon claims at my daybreak you're to be reflecting on the far side of our realm...but every time I go out into the sun I find you still standing there, smiling at me faintly from the sky. I never have to ask how, or why.