I ask for sunshine,

But receive only rain

That falls from the sky,

Harbingers of pain.


I know there is light

In my cold world of dark;

It comes from your love

From which happiness sparks.


Your hand is nestled warmly

Within my own.

Through the trials we've faced,

Our soft love has grown.


If only this world

Would stop being blind,

Open its eyes

And see our lives intertwined.