Days on the balcony, thinking of you.
The wind sweeps me up like a weathered broom.
Hair in my face before I pull it back.
Are small tasks really this hard to do?
Clouds up ahead, humbling my mood.
I shan’t get too happy lest I lose this feeling too.
Love is fleeting they say. But that’s not true.
Love is forever. Because forever, I choose you.
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