What is it about you…
That makes these
pretty flowers, wistful;
strange doodles, works of art;
wild emotions, sheer madness;
silver streams, raging rapids;
desolate words, pomes;
lovelorn songs, an unchained melody.
Are you the…
sunshine in my life,
paper boats on monsoon puddles,
sweet smile of a child,
Or the wall that bounds the garden of life…
Eyes lingering, meeting at leisure,
every stolen glance, a heart’s treasure.
Words exchanged are our loves’ apogee,
We live thus, in childlike glee.
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