for my future love

when you looked at her

you would believe she is made of summer

she was made of the

sun and sky

and the never ending fields

on a cloudless day

and she is

and shes so much more

she is the cherry blossoms

dancing in the early spring air

she is the stillness before a storm

and she is the light on the first snow of winter

she is the type of girl that you wnat to revel in

no matter the weather

This poem is about: 
Me

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