Sun Rise Poem by juliet sinclarie

The grey began to fade,
As the colors filled the sky,
The chill began to warm,
As the sun began to rise.
A lost girl found direction,
As the eastern orb rose high,
The dark sky turned to blue,
Like the color of his eyes.
Dark turned to light,
Grey turned to blue,
Lost became found,
That's when I met you.
When it comes to loving' couples,
don't we make the perfect pair-
There's romance, love, and laughter
in the friendship that we share.
We care enough to listen,
to trust and understand.
To build a life together,
side by side and hand in hand.
We both know that we're lucky
and we've got a good thing going.
Through ups and downs
and give and take,
our love just keeps on growing…
‘Cause I bring out the best in you,
and you the best in me-
I guess it takes the two of us
to make the perfect 'we.'