He's the spring to my fall,
And the flowers on my trees.
If he's the wonder-filled child,
I'm just his doll.
If I'm the flowers,
Then he's the butterflies and bees.
He's the marshmallows to my campfire,
The bullet to my gun.
If I'm the moon, he's my sun.
He's the spring to my fall.
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Puppy Love
PoetryA collection of poems for/about my incredible boyfriends who I love SO MUCH
