You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are gray. La da de da da, la de da da da de do-oo
A familiar tune that everyone knows. She reminds me of the sun. Glorious strands of golden light and rays of sunshine smiling down on everything she can see. I let her envelop me in her warmth when I am near her. I find a sense of comfort in the light and all her qualities.
I see my future in the light, mixed with a sense of home. Each ray of light given is a treasure, like a thought or a picture. I watch her chase away storms and illuminate the moon so that we may still see in the dark of night.
I find time spent locked away from the light to have been rather forced. First, I would miss the sight of every beautiful thing she illuminated with her ebullience and lilt. Then I would miss the warmth. Yes, the warmth, surrounded in her sweet honey-colored feeling of home and comfort. Time spent with the sun makes me flustered, trying to use complicated language to accurately describe how I feel when she is near. I focus on kairosclerosis. Rubatosis distracts me. When she is near, I am overcome with kalopsia and apricity. The sun is the desideratum. I hope the sun knows how happy she makes me when I am around her.
If I go through another storm I may not make it through and so if I don’t see you again, just know that I’ll be there even when I’m not.
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are gray. La da de da da, la de da da da de do-oo…You’ll never know dear, how much I love you. Please don’t take my sunshine away.
I was your sunshine, your only sunshine, I made you happy when your skies were gray. La da de da da, la de da da da de do-oo…You’ll never know dear, how much I loved you. Now you’ve shunned my sunlight away.