Sweet Valentine Sunshine
What is Sweetness
but sugar
in a lump or a cube?
Or perhaps honey
flowing freely,
unrestricted by a tube.
Ah, forget not chocolate,
Be it white or be it dark;
Nor syrup oozing
o'er a pancake,
or straight from the tree in the park.
Then there's licorice, cinnamon,
Oranges, apples, and peaches;
Bananas, dates, pineapples,
Or ice cream sundaes at beaches.
The list seems endless,
On and on and on;
But your sweet rays of sunshine,
My Valentine,
Are, for me, Number One.
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