Especially when
the sun plays tricks on your hair
And
the moonbeams cross your face
Especially when
sunflowers bloom on your lips
And
Duckpond eyes cloud behind your spects
Just then
I feel a tug within
And realise
How precious a gift
From Goddess to me
Are you.
How precious a gift!
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