Blind to Other Beauty

The sunlight steps in softly,
Leaving marks of golden glow,
On her skin like pale coffee;
The glint off triumphant snow.
Across the room the light flew,
Glaring tenderly at her,
And at him as she looks too;
Their smiles pierce the sunlight’s blur;
A hand floats forward in vain,
Against the barrier pane;
The sun’s fury knew no pain,
‘Till cast against despair’s rain.
The bursts of joy the sun sees,
Turn to cold at tears like these.

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