When the sun
Goes sliding down
I share my bed with
A true love I've found
She picks me up
When I'm down
She's the most amazing
Person around
I don't pay a glance
To the stars at night
They just don't compare
To her eyes so bright
And I can read them
As if I'm reading a book
I asked you to please
Be Mrs Cook
The way it felt
When you agreed
Had my head in the clouds
High above the trees
And when I look to the future
I'm sure to find
You my sweet angel
You're my sunshine
This poem © Timothy David Cook. Dec 2012
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