She is his sunshine,

even as the world is dipped in rain,

an ice cream cone, freshly dipped

and redipped over and over again,

even so,

she is his sunshine on stormy days,


and if the day were to ever dry up,

she is his rain,

the last little beacon

of a moment ago,

the very woman who introduced him

to love

with a prayer,


a woman that he can barely believe he's met,

the sunshine, the rain, and everything in between,

the woman that would sacrifice herself

over and over again

for those she loves,

that she's loved for a while

and those that she's never met before,

and yet loves


leaves dash onto flooded streets,

and her hand in his

is where home is,

despite everything else

that fills up the world.