When I was younger,
my mother would sing
you are my sunshine,
and I knew she loved me.
When I was older,
my pap whistled to my gram
I've got sunshine on a cloudy day,
and I knew he loved her.
Now I'm grown,
and I tell you every morning
I'm a ray of sunshine,
hoping that maybe you'll love me, too.
{there are infinite ways to love someone}