You're the Sun to Me

When I say You're the sun to me,

I don't mean the sun of mid summers

when we're warm and squinty-eyed.

I mean, you're the apricity

in winter mornings

when the world has been lifeless,

deprived of warmth all night.

And when I've been cold for so long,

that I don't remember how it feels to be warm.

Oh, how you walked into my life

reminding what's it like to feel the light.

So when I say "You're the sun to me",

I don't mean to sound clichè.

Just that before you

my skies were a little grey