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Beautiful you are, a pretty shower.
You wash away all the dismay,
so gentle you are with me, falling
each day so that we may meet
even if our river runs dry you peak
at a point that touches rain's feet.

Surrounded by birds and tree's,
an atmosphere with calm scenery
and yet still your eyes pour down
drowning like a pool of love only;
upon me.
sunshine Sep 2017
i know i just met you
but i swear
the way you look at me
it gives me the chills
how did i never know you
till now
and here you are looking at me
like i have a galaxy
painted in my eyes

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