Your name holds Sun, it has the word Sun in it, perhaps you are the Sun. You can be Apollo, Helios, Ra, my Sun god. 

You are the light that glitters on the waves of sandy-white beaches, the first ray of light bursting through the fluffy clouds that won’t let you go after a dark, despondent night, the tinsel hanging from a crow’s mouth like a tiny waterful of starlight.

Your voice is as bright as the slow glittering of diamonds in your eyes as you lean in to kiss me. On the sweetest sunrise on my tongue, your body bursts into light like the Sun disappears after an eclipse but then emerges on the backs of Apollo’s majestic steeds as they bring forth you in all your glory. Assuming your godly form under a rain of pure light. 

Come forth, let me be your Sun god.