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I'd like to tell you something
that would bring the red to your cheeks
like hot summer sun on an August day
when everything is beautiful

you are perfectly flawed
with every idiosyncrasy
a dynamic to the definition
of what it means to love

I want to shout you, my heart
from the height of my existence
and cry your joy in to tears
that rinse away the past

we are sweet packages
ribboned in curiosity
too impatient to await
the pending occasion

I don't need the swan dive
or balleted gestures
smoothly moving towards
promises we might not keep

just make me mean it
when I say you are my skies
and I'll forgive you on the days
you do not mean to bring the gray