Your lips were rose petals, dipped in natural moisture

and your skin was kissed by the sun,

leaving me constantly warm.

Your hair reminded me of swaying grass each time it’s caught in a warm breeze.

Your eyes were like my own sky,

painted in a happy shade of love.

And Your hands were my shovels for planting my seeds of love in your garden,

hoping you’ll one day finally pick my flower and not hers. 

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