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Splendor Solis

Ten plus years since this heart last fluttered.
Tempered & seared—still fear of words once uttered.
Now I poke and jest just to hear your laughter.
Pondering oft if she is some form of rapture.
Of them all, she the sum.
The rising of my Sun.
The bright Moon in my darkness.
No longer empty and heartless.