Sunshine Poem by Alfred Ramos

She woke up with sunshine in her eyes
The smile on her face was no surprise
Dancing like a bubble full of butterflies
The aroma in the room
Was that of strawberry perfume
With an aura ready to consume
A doll face made from heaven above
Soft skin that fit like a silk glove
Sugar and spice is what she is made of
That twinkles in her eyes say so much
They radiate such a warm touch
It would make a cripple man lose his crutch
She possesses all that brightens the day
She pushes the dark shadows away
So the songbird birds can come out to play
So we call her sunshine
So lovely and divine
She comes from a very fine line
Like a treasure from a gold mine
With no need to ever refine
So let’s raise our stein
And drink some wine
From the very best vine
And give a toast to our little Ms Sunshine
So Sunshine
You don’t want to be my valentine
I knew I had the spine
And I wasn’t a swine
I knew I was facing a steep incline
Thought our friendship could be genuine
What are left are a few words on which to dine
Can’t fault a guy for tryin’
Nothing left but the cryin’