Dearest Sunshine

Dearest Sunshine,

Thought you'd fit in the verses of poetry
Yet watch me as I keep you in a memory
Underneath every stanza, I fail to convey
And the words I cannot afford to say

If, by chance, you come across
All the words I toss
In every chapter of this book
I hope you'd take a look

At these words of adoration
And all of untold devotion
That I could only pour to this poetry
I couldn't have written if only we're meant to be.

Love,
Monasteorra