Eternal Sunshine

thy sheen in her eyes
rays,
sparkling in her smile
as if,
a fresh morning
embraces
a few molten dreams
as if,
a few dew drops
kissing
the leaves;

So, what shall I call you...
a bouquet of colorful roses or
a glass of blush wine or
that moon, who,
by the night,
is radiating its own light;

No, no...
lets just call you:
tiny vignettes of ecstasy
inebriated in eternal sunshine!