When you touch my nose.
The butterflies pull my cheeks apart.
The dolphins sprinkle my face.
And I sigh, smelling my rose.
Like the hue of red in the rainbow and heavenly scent.
I fix my eyes. and I skip a beat.
When you smile, the world stops.
The wind whispers "Gentle, kind and decent".
My love is true.
Like the silver lining in the clouds.
Your arms like trust and peace.
Embrace me with no regrets or rue.
When rain meets earth.
Our lips touch.
Taking you by the hand.
We dance over wrath.
When your giggling becomes music, soothing.
I gaze , like the sun to the horizon.
I hear like the trees do, silently.
I rejoice like birds, smoothing.
As I start writing. about your gown.
I lose out , I could never find a pen.
To write on rocks, when I climbed the cliff.
The Gods come down to blow me down.
But I held on , as I must.
Tightly as can be.
Like, you hold my hand,
For without you, I'd be dust.
The butterflies pull my cheeks apart.
The dolphins sprinkle my face.
And I sigh, smelling my rose.
Like the hue of red in the rainbow and heavenly scent.
I fix my eyes. and I skip a beat.
When you smile, the world stops.
The wind whispers "Gentle, kind and decent".
My love is true.
Like the silver lining in the clouds.
Your arms like trust and peace.
Embrace me with no regrets or rue.
When rain meets earth.
Our lips touch.
Taking you by the hand.
We dance over wrath.
When your giggling becomes music, soothing.
I gaze , like the sun to the horizon.
I hear like the trees do, silently.
I rejoice like birds, smoothing.
As I start writing. about your gown.
I lose out , I could never find a pen.
To write on rocks, when I climbed the cliff.
The Gods come down to blow me down.
But I held on , as I must.
Tightly as can be.
Like, you hold my hand,
For without you, I'd be dust.
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