Mischa Fr.


Emma Watson Poem 18

My darling, I love you when the autumn rain
runs in slow rivulets down your window pane
I love you when the spring flowers
populate the meadows after the rain showers
I love you when the winter doves
fly while you’re wearing winter gloves
I love you when the summer heat
dries the Kansas fields of wheat
I love you when you read this poem

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