The sun that warms me is your smile.
The skies with blue abandon, are your eyes,
And the thought of you ripples through me like water,
Serenity I never knew caught between my sighs.
Joy is the wind, the wind that delights the swallows.
My laugh, soft as the rustle of leaves follows,
A bliss in disbelief,
That you, dearest, speak to me, when but a while ago,
I sat with raindrops welling behind m eyes, silent as a stone,
And I, I had felt so alone.
Now, my smile is the sunlight on the lake,
Reflecting all my joy to you,
The sun, constant and true.
As your voice comesto me,
Gold- in beams and playful caresses
That shine in my auburn tresses.
In it, I find the sweetest pleasure,
Delicate as a winter flower,
And growing greater by the hour,
For sometime soon, dearest, we will speak again.
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