I know so very little about so many things,
Most of it all a mystery to me.
The world is quite a wonder with its vastness
–
I doubt I could even brush the surface of it all.
But I know one thing,
So very well, so intimately:
Like the scratches on the back of your hand,
And the kisses left upon your shoulders.
The sun is so warm.
There is love in the wind,
And kindness in the rain.
How beautiful and comforting it all is.
We may not have much time on this earth,
But I know, too,
That a small sun burns hot within me when we are near.
Jul 20, 2025
Jul 20, 2025 at 5:17 AM UTC
I know so very little about so many things,
Most of it all a mystery to me.
The world is quite a wonder with its vastness
–
I doubt I could even brush the surface of it all.
But I know one thing,
So very well, so intimately:
Like the scratches on the back of your hand,
And the kisses left upon your shoulders.
The sun is so warm.
There is love in the wind,
And kindness in the rain.
How beautiful and comforting it all is.
We may not have much time on this earth,
But I know, too,
That a small sun burns hot within me when we are near.
Meet me in the sun spots.
Dance with me as their warmth learns to draw upon our skin.
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