As long as I know just how the wind blows through your hair.
Lavender scent in the crisp winter air I can smell.
Nothing compares with the moon up above the slow parting clouds the shimmering mist that drips from the leaves in your hands.
All that has been or ever will be
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a lovely touching poem on love love is the look that none could mistake it's that look as the future deep