She is like the morning sky —
cool and bright,
a sweet delight that shouldn't be mine.
She is like a clear night sky —
and when she joins her hand with mine,
I simply wonder why.
Her smile, which beams with life,
makes me wonder if someone like me
is worthy to be even a speck in her eyes.
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