Your hair flew like feathers in the light breeze,
the island sunset making the sky orange and red,
and you were so beautiful that the world stopped.
You smiled at me
and I was beautiful
because you had chosen me.
And now, I watch your hair fly when there's breeze.
Not an island sunset, but an evening with the kids,
and you are so beautiful that the world stops.
Your smile at me
and I am beautiful
because you still choose me.
Copyright 2012. Timothy H. Ruppel. All rights reserved.
This work by Timothy H. Ruppel is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License.
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