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So blue, cerulean skies
shine bright from your eyes.
From your lips,
murmuring summer breezes
slip sweetly through my mind.
Snow dusted, yes
but it rests gently on you.
Fresh blades of laughter
aren’t hidden by the fall.
Your synapses sparkle
with the buds of spring.
Whisper to me
of growth and blooming
under the heat of your shining smile.
Of the fiery rush of sap
flowing, nourishing
bursting into flower, delicious.
Clouds gather across your brow
I hear thunder grumble,
Your voice rumbling in pain,
emotions windswept, buffeted
by tempests of love.
I sing to you quietly,
birdsong in the rainstorm.
I chatter and burble,
painting invisible rainbows -
yours to illuminate
when the clouds break.
I can forecast your smile
by the barometer
of your countenance.
Tell me - can you see
The storms in my eyes?
shine bright from your eyes.
From your lips,
murmuring summer breezes
slip sweetly through my mind.
Snow dusted, yes
but it rests gently on you.
Fresh blades of laughter
aren’t hidden by the fall.
Your synapses sparkle
with the buds of spring.
Whisper to me
of growth and blooming
under the heat of your shining smile.
Of the fiery rush of sap
flowing, nourishing
bursting into flower, delicious.
Clouds gather across your brow
I hear thunder grumble,
Your voice rumbling in pain,
emotions windswept, buffeted
by tempests of love.
I sing to you quietly,
birdsong in the rainstorm.
I chatter and burble,
painting invisible rainbows -
yours to illuminate
when the clouds break.
I can forecast your smile
by the barometer
of your countenance.
Tell me - can you see
The storms in my eyes?