[Sunrose]: 3.What I didn't say

I did not tell you this today
What I should say every day
Every bit of you I hold dear
Wishing I could have you near
Longing to touch and caress you
For all the things you do
Quarrel we may now and then
But I know you'll be there when
Things get rough and I go under
My head filled with a loud thunder
Your gift to me, your wonderful care
Much unseen and very rare

            I love you,
                       Sunny

I can do better.