by RC
In my life, you are the bright, shining sun.
Your presence makes my heart begin to glow.
As beautiful and graceful as a doe
And as innocent and pure as a nun.
Over you, wars are fought and battles won.
To lose you is the source of all my woe;
Such a day, I don’t want to come to know
Because, to me, you’re always number one.
Perhaps, with my penning of all these lines,
Something deep in your heart and mind will click
And, looking back, you will see all of my signs.
You will realize what you have always meant
To me, who hath always thought thee heav’n sent.
Perhaps then, I will be the one you pick.
