It was a perfect summer day,
The flowers a crimson red,
The sun a golden flame,
The sky a warm blue.
The emerald grass beneath my feet,
Your warm eyes fixed on me.
Holding me in your embrace,
With a caress of your hands.
The flutter of your lips on mine,
The gentle breeze blowing by.
Playing with my brown hair,
Rays of the sun shine your blue eyes.
Until they look like sapphires in the skies.
You and I, we walked and talked,
We laughed and smiled.
Our time was amazing; wild.
A sigh escapes my lips and you asked:
"What's wrong?"
My answer was:
"I am simply happy."
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Cold Hands, Cold Heart
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