like the gentle pitter patter of rain
rests profoundly on my cheeks.
It's pinkish blush,
a blossom that embarrasses,
flutters my visceral butterflies,
and trembles my knees.
Like a budding spring,
my blue waters descending.
Oh let the zephyr blow its gentle essays on my ears
that the waves within me
be placid like rock.
And let the summer sun burn bright
that the blossom of my love
forever takes flight.
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