these feelings cannot be true,
the swiftness of which you encaptured
me
refreshing as the cool air in the morning;
i've wandered for miles in the eternity
of your eyes
our eyes dance with one another,
holding each other's glances;
never missing beat
you grow along the road in patches,
and near the swing set in the park
i would pick you for my mother
when i was young, and she
would blush at my kindness.
a sunflower, you are
beaming yellow, and a solid core
sweetness your aroma,
lovely your lips.
sunspots your freckles;
i've wandered for miles in the eternity
of your eyes
these feelings cannot be true
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A beautifully envisioned poem penned with an equally beautiful flight of imagination. Thanks for sharing.10 points.