I am the sun

Your smile is a precious gift to me. It's a rare treat, like hovering above a galaxy and seeing the only planet within it suitable for life. Out of 400 billion stars. A globed jewel in a region of space otherwise inhospitable to life. I would try to make a landing, but the task of such a mission leaves me laughing. The rules, the distance, the time it would take to get through to you. I'm sure there's plenty of other stellar phenomena in the way - and along the way. I'm sure you've narrowly escaped supernovae, avoided near asteroid collisions, seen all life within you extinguished, marked time after time by catastrophe. In all the eons that have passed I've seen you go from molten fissures to icy cold sheerness; all the way back again to bring and to bear new life in your landscapes. I've seen your shores polluted by the lies of many, seen them taunt and abuse your terrain, damming your rivers and stealing your heart. I've seen the promise of your surface, what things - how they sometimes mislead. But I have glimpsed your core as well, my globular sweet - so that even I, a Sun may find comfort warming myself by your center's fire and heat. For here it is told, that I am the sun, together we make a pair, but our system is one.