I look to the clouds,
For maybe a sign,
They form little shapes,
Mysterious to the eye.
One's shaped like a heart,
That reminds me of you,
Maybe for me,
Just from you.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
But maybe you're up there somewhere,
Creating those signs especially for me,
Placing your love everywhere.
Jayne Louise Davies
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