#WritcoPoemChallenge
The sound of the stadium's roar,
Resonates with every four,
Down the pitch,
Over the arm,
Cricket has its own charm!
I will be honest,
I'm soccer guy,
And I'm here to talk about my Sunshine:

She wanted me
And was everywhere to try something she could!
And I always lost myself on her eyes.

She is from a genealogy of kings.
From a family of generals.
Disciplined to the dot.
And honest to the end of her life.

And she is alive!
Always smiling at my jokes
Being the opposition of our debates
And with her, I don't need anything.

But we do have to live.
That time-stop scene
Now belongs to the mind
To forever be the default of us.

That first love is always in our aim.

She is impossibly beautiful!
From waking up until the end of our routines.
And she sleeps like a teddy bear,
Always having a good dream.

She is my match,
I also did my part
From the moment of our fist stare.

To her I'm ever tolerant.
To all her wishes and plans,
But I like the same
So tolerance is only for the some-when.

She smells great!
My little kitty.
Although, she is a lioness on a hunt.
For most of the week!

To live and learn
Is our moto,
And it gets us where we want.
Be it driving,
Or on a plane,
We always have been going with tied hands.

She is there,
And I'm here,
But we are magnets,
And I watch that clock like a puppy!
She will arrive,
Nowadays with a mask,
And after all the cleaning,
I'll hug her,
Then kiss her,
And listen first to the stories of her days.
And I do it, just to watch her talk.

Shhhh!
Don't tell her I told you that,
But I do pay attention,
For after it, there will be questions
And only a few answers
have what she silently requests.

If it is my attention,
It's all hers
Even when I seem to phase out.
It's her lips, ok!
Rounded and pink
The only mouth I'll for ever kiss.

She reads everything I write!
The dream of a writer!

And we are best friends,
For years now.
Funny story,
We have been to the same places
Even before we met!
And I always taught I had seen her somewhere else.

If people were planets, or celestial bodies
Our orbits were certainly attracted.
And we travel along time.
In a world that's not ours
But within a paradise of our own.
And she will always be
My Sunshine!
No matter the clouds.
Or the days we don't talk.

We are beyond rules or trends
Her the best Marketer
And me with my pen.

(Cil, just needed it to rhyme)