Sunshine was born
on a day
much simpler than this,
delivered from love
and welcomed with a kiss.
The life of a light
has times of turbulence,
from flicker to fade,
too strong too young,
burns a little less bright.
Some take to being victim,
fall to abuse.
Stronger such as she
use it as an excuse,
to illuminate the room,
the source of a smile,
at just a glance,
made worthwhile.
She rises
the light I love;
this sunshine,
reflected in eyes above.
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