Sweet Valentine Sunshine

What is Sweetness but sugar in a lump or a cube? Or perhaps honey flowing freely, unrestricted by a tube. Ah, forget not chocolate, Be it white or be it dark; Nor syrup oozing o'er a pancake, or straight from the tree in the park. Then there's licorice, cinnamon, Oranges, apples, and peaches; Bananas, dates, pineapples, Or ice cream sundaes at beaches. The list seems endless, On and on and on; But your sweet rays of sunshine, My Valentine, Are, for me, Number One.