#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...