Dandelion Your aroma like the dew on morning grass. A sun rising over the hill, peeking over, to check if the day had begun. Dandelion. When I see you, your voice just sounds like dulcet tones. I'll be a pirate and that'll be my siren song. Blue eyes, crisp like icebergs, spear me in the heart, yet make me feel so warm. But it's raining. Raining down on me. For I know that for every season I have loved without you, there'll be a season more.
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