Your eyes are a meadow,
Your arms are my castle.
You have a kind heart,
So pure and so fragile.

But when I wonder on,
Gazing upon your beauty,
I hope that in your looking glass
You'll recognise me.

Yet I see you with another,
One lucky, lucky soul,
The storm clouds roll in
And I must look for cover.

The heart aches and yearns
And it wants and it pleads,
And it bends and it breaks,
And it mends and it bleeds.

My Sun was stolen from me
And now my sky's grey.
I begged them to please never
Take my sunshine away.

The door wasn't closed
But ajar and precarious
But you never entered
And my heart's now vicarious.

I hold the pen to the paper as
My soul rushes down
The ink flowing through
Like a midnight-laced gown.

And I seal this letter
With a sorrow-summoned kiss.
For you are my sunshine,
And you will be missed.