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.
