My sweetheart and I
watched a crimson sky
with the setting sun
and part of it was cobalt blue,
the clouds puffed white
and her laughter is still with me,
the smell of the perfume
of jasmine flowers was on the night air,
the colour of her eyes, their perfect hue,
and I knew then
just as now
she is special
and this love has got eternity to it.
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