I call her Sunshine
for to me that’s what she is.
Though storm-clouds may obscure her,
my love they do not dim.

In the darkness of summer,
I gave in to despair.
On the turning of autumn,
she arrived with jewel toned hair.

She’s shown me her own darkness,
glittering in the nighttime sky.
She’s seen the shape of mine,
and still holds my hand so tight.

I do not know where this road leads,
or how our story ends.
I just know my Sunshine guides me,
through these unknown wends.

I do not know where this road leads,
and find I do not care.
I am glad to bask in Sunshine,
for as long as she is there.