Chatterbox: Inkwell

One of the Many Poems I Have Written:

THE SUN (I don't know what else to call it.  I know, it's a very bad name.)

You draw a smile upon the sun's face

because of the warm, happy days

She has up there (looking down)

A golden light, you say she has;

But that does not quite explain (what it is)

No words can say what she is today,

A yellow light, a golden hue;

All of those are not quite true.

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The bracket things are there because I don't know if I should put the part of the lines there, or not.  The "looking down" ting sort of breaks the rhythm, and the "what it is" fixes it, but it doesn't seem like those words belong there.  I wish it was longer, but I don't know what else to write.  So, tell me what you think of it.  

Goodbye,

~Meadow de Weirdo