What do you hold for me?
Secrets and dreams of a Sunday morning...
daylight and sunshine...
Rainbows and gusts go through your branches
and make me want to daydream some more...
What do you hold for me?
Amazing love stories of years past...
long lasting memories that will forever last...
And the sky...being so vast...
makes me stand aghast and still
and just... stare...
Stare at the amazing beauty of everything that's out there...
everything that is beyond compare...
Debonair...
like you...
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