My Sunshine, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

My Sunshine

My Sunshine

You who bring my daily light
Hide behind a veil of gray
My great love wants you to stay
But disrobe to shine ev’r bright

Be sure being missed last night
There were none to keep me warm
Felt if in a winter storm
Saddened when you leave my sight

Grieving much as you take flight
A coolness starts setting in
For this debate I shant win
You’re never to feel my plight