Rain drops blue
Sun drops gold.
Hearts beat warm
behind hands that hold.
A blue sky is in your eyes
There's lightning in your smile.
In your sweet, smooth voice
Is a breeze, warm and mild.
Sing me a melody
As midnight's orchestra plays
Songs woven of moonbeams
With their silver edges frayed.
Warm me with your summer skin,
Soothe me with your waves,
Words upon the shores of your lips
Where mine, soon enough, will lay.
Touch me softly like springtime grass,
Your fingers the plush, green blades.
Whisper thoughts of cotton cloud
Before this starlight fades.
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