Oh sun, you that all morning touch my body in my bed,

With its light through window.

You that pass twelve hours lighting up my life.

You that pass over my home every day.

You that all to see, because light up all things.

You that to see my dear loved.

Say to him, come back home,

Because I am waiting him.

And that he always was the reason of my life,

And I need his love to live.

Say to him also, that he lives into my heart,

And doesn´t need to pay for it.

Marly Santos

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sun-84/