A Thing of Beauty; is it's sight of you.
When you come, you leave it bright and clear.
How you love me, I must stand and bow.
Over hammock too my shadow slowly moves.
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I really love this poem. Seems like I can't get the first three lines out of my head, not a bad thing, there..(smile)