I Met You on a Sunday

I met you on a Sunday.

I was cold and dark, you showed me the light.

You took my hand in simple notion,

It was so easy a motion.

You are kind to me and listen

And now I hope that you can't see how my eyes glisten.

You are made of solid gold,

When I thought all, I deserved was coal.

I swore I wouldn't fall for the lies,

How is it that I am full of butterflies?

I try to avoid you, hide, afraid that you will make me cry,

But you took my hand and opened my eyes.

You make me feel special, all shiny and new,

A feeling that I have been denying myself for far too long.

I met you on a Sunday.