They didn't think I should ask
The sun how it was hangin',
And so they disappeared behind my back.
But I was brave,
Or was it brash?
Or did I know instinctively
That I was protected from full view
By my identity?

Only one had ever seen
And had professed
My Perpetual Virgin-ness,
And she had died an early death
Mysteriously.

But the Sun and I
Got along famously.
He covered me with gold until
My shine was full complete,
And I have never had to compete since,
With anyone but myself.

And even that, now, I fully see
For what it is,
And am letting it go,
As we speak,
Or as you read.
And may you also
Let yours go
And be at peace
With the loving flow
Of who you quite naturally are.

-jenn