The warmth throughout the rain.
and the silver of the clouds.
The medicine to the pain
the bell after the rounds.
The wind that blows the leaves
the collection of the dew.
The fruit from all the trees
the tiny plants that grew.
The moon to every wave
and the whispers in the dark.
The hero after the save
and the swing set at the park.
The second before a kiss
the breath he steals away.
The sum of all the bliss
the way I'll always stay.
The countdown to a date
the things that are to be.
The prize after the wait
He is all of this to me.
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