I would stand in front of the sun

to shield your eyes

from the radiating beams, which light them up,

brighter than they already are.

Watch you pick daisies from the field,

make a crown the show to royalty

which lies behind your heart.

I would stand in front of a gun

to shield your heart,

from the plummeting bullets,

which would spill your velvet love.

And even then,

while my hands are coated in blood,

I would stand in front of the sun,

to shield your eyes,

from the radiant beams,

and the smoking gun.