You taste like tea; you smell like coffee and you and I think of each other on long rainy days.
When you’re not too busy you love being happy and you’re always dancing when it rains.
Your favorite colors are the color of my eyes because you believe in symbolism of the color of green leaves and blue skies.
Your laughter sounds like bubbles if that is how laughter looks.
Your voice is like music.
You are my muse and you make me weak.
I shiver when you touch me
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