the park

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your skin glows gold in the sweet sunset's rays;
your soft, brown hair drifts gently in the cooling summer breeze;
the corners of your mouth twitch upward when you see the warm look on my face.

i can't help myself but smile when i look at you.

your kind eyes glimmering in the light,
your effortless smile infecting mine;

mine.

i cannot believe that you are mine.

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