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I show you the pinky color... on the blue sky,
The rose staring at your beautiful freckles on your face, as dropping crystals.
The sky wrapping of birds, held as music for yourself.
The warm wind as a kiss from the lips of love.
I show you the wind yelling up your name, "softly and gently as butterfly smiles".
While you paint undying words in the language of clouds.
I show you the symphony of your smiles, the steadily dilection.
The perfect sound of your glance glad, on time of love.
I love how your fragrance persist, even when the day's light sleeps.
By:
Freddy Abreu
Note:
Dilection = pure love.
The rose staring at your beautiful freckles on your face, as dropping crystals.
The sky wrapping of birds, held as music for yourself.
The warm wind as a kiss from the lips of love.
I show you the wind yelling up your name, "softly and gently as butterfly smiles".
While you paint undying words in the language of clouds.
I show you the symphony of your smiles, the steadily dilection.
The perfect sound of your glance glad, on time of love.
I love how your fragrance persist, even when the day's light sleeps.
By:
Freddy Abreu
Note:
Dilection = pure love.