the world looks up and smiles
at the orange and red fire from the sun and whispers to the
sky full of cotton-ball clouds
paved with a stream of blue:
welcome home, my love
she eyes the pearlescent moon as
it glistens with blue memories
from the daytime past
and whispers to the poka dots
dotting the night
with brilliance:
welcome home, my love
and she revolves on her axis
knowing today was
the day she fell in love
as the tree's shiver from
the chills she receives
from the emotion,
the wind whispers
welcome home, my love
and I smile
at the beauty of the world
knowing today was the day
that love began to beat
rhythm into my heart
and I whisper to you
welcome home, my love
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