It’s shining, good morning, another day.
Before I saw you, I was in the dark, another night.
It is so bright, how did I miss this before, the glow embraces my very being.
Glaring optimism, so warm and inviting, never leave my side.
Why do I fight your presence, run away from the delightful joy of your warmth?
No more, I am here to stay, you are my shine.
– Mary-Jeanne Smith