The sun plays the role of a lover,
As a breeze plays across my back,
And caresses my exposed skin with warmth,
And like my lover,
The sun gives me a feeling of warm,
Deep down inside,
When the caresses are that intimate,
But surely nothing can replace,
That Utopian happiness inspired by her.
No, not even the sun.
-Leigh Livermore, RVN 1970