My sunshine
Your eyes, your smile, your laugh,
What would I do without them?
I’m haunted by the mistake I almost made.
I see me in you every day;
I love you more every day.
I almost gave away my greatest joy.
It plagues me every day;
It hurts me every day.
I’m thankful for every moment,
And would never give any away
Again.
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