You make life.
You light it up with sunshine.
You make love happy.
You make people realize, what they are missing.
In other words, you make Sunday.
Then again, you do that with everyday of the week.

You that angel without a halo.
One that makes others realize the reason lover's glow.
Don't matter, what season's of the weather.

Love, you make Sunday.
What I once was?
I'm no longer that way.
What kept me from profiting?
Has gainfully improve my life.

All days of the week is worthy.
Except, you make Sunday the day for me.