I love when the wind teases us
When it plays in your hair
When you become a ballerina
To follow it with graceful steps
I love when you come back delighted
br/>To throw you around my neck
When you become a little girl
To sit on my knees
I love the calm twilight
When it installed quietly
I like to credulously hope
That it would burst into flames for us
I love your hand which reassures me
When I lose yourself in the dark
And your voice is the whisper
From the source of hope
I love when your mist-colored eyes
Make me a coat of softness
And calm on a feather cushion
My forehead rests on your heart

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