Breeze skipping over water,
Water reflecting lights strung over the bridge,
Lights shining in your eyes.
The fresh, bold feeling of something new,
As winter melts into liquid spring,
And summer takes shape and ripens alongside love.
The petals from the flowering trees, snow for the summer,
Floating down around us as we kiss,
Once, twice, then forever.
You aren’t just my sunshine.
You’re my sun.
– Sara McDermott –