The sky is playful with the clouds,
He won't deny the love he has.
For he isn't shy to speak his heart
To his beloved betrothed cloud.
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The metaphor of cloud and sky the ephemeral fleeting cloud and the permanent and reliable sky. You are the sky and some clouds are storms and then gone but the sky is blue, with the blues.
Thy lines so dropp like the dropp of the touching dove leaving a pure inspiration. Good one. MAY I INVITE U TO READ MY POEM 'WOE' AND 'THE LONE HEART' also give me your view. Thanks
A love that was lost can leave a person feeling like their heart had been torn out. When it finally begins to mend you can still feel a pinch now and then. A really good write. Please read Love Seesaw when you get a chance.