My waking day brings my Sunshine back to me.
Beaming over the mountain of sleep, to warm my soul.
She wraps herself around me then softly and slowly we rise.
I walk in the garden of her heart that she wishes to grow.
Her very nature takes away all my shadows and fears.
Content now I bask in her grand pleasure.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem