I arrived there on a Sunday,
on the dock of that place
where the water is so clear
you wouldn't be afraid of swimming too deep.
I saw you then,
three hours later.
I couldn't remember what you were wearing,
but I remember you had on your face
the most innocent smile
and the prettiest freckles on your nose.
Though I didn't think much of it,
of you,
or your face,
or who you were,
or where you've been.
So I carried on with life there.
I laughed with the sun,
smiled to the sky,
and breathed for the sea.
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On the Wednesday,
it rained.
And I swear the sky rained
on my heart and eyes, too.
It took down the blinds
and got rid of the fog.
It was like seeing you for the first time,
but instead of dismissing your smile
and the freckles on your face,
I fell in love with it,
with your face,
with you.
And I wanted to know
who you were and where you've been.
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It's August now
and I'm still in love with you.
Because from that moment on,
I no longer laughed with the sun,
smiled to the sky,
or breathed for the sea.
I laughed with you,
smiled to you,
and breathed for you.