Dew on the flowers
at the beginning of this morning
while you laugh beautiful and your umbrella decides not to open.
Time seems to stand still
in the color of your eyes
and I barely manage to take your hand and give you a kiss.
There's a melody floating in my head
Could it be that magic piece we danced to when we first met?
Or is it that now I feel like a composer?
Your company reaches me and inspires me
my music has created a river of shared laughter
because we both know that I'm only out of tune at every attempt.

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