You like me to hold you the center of my universe:
Pretty hard to sell one's freedom,
Yet, love draws me to do that
But, I'd rather you be the Sun:
Staying Constantly,
Energising,
Never complaining,
Never influenced.
But, you enjoy being Earth:
Rotating and revolving,
Drawing and blocking energy,
Easily influenced by your proximity.
I could still gravitate to you,
But can only wax and wane
Like the Moon.
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