to my lover
to my lover,
who never makes me wonder, joins me under the cover
during loud rolling thunder, she holds me tight and I discover
her soft breeze allured me with the scent of flowers
washed my pain away with the morning rain showers,
daylight peeps through and I’m in your sweater,
you have always know how to make me feel better.
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