Is it deep and comforting, Like the warm first rays of sun On the sea, on a cool early morning? Your eyes... Are they dark and deep with a twinkle? Like the countless stars in the sky, On a dark, winter's moonlit night? Your smile... Is it like the arc of a rainbow? Resting on the horizon for a time, After a crashing, thunderous summer rain? Your laugh... Is it like the evening breeze? Gently blowing through the leaves of trees, After the wrath of a windswept storm? Your face... Maybe someday I'll see your tender face In some quiet and romantic place. Or is it just a fantasy, That one day I will know these things? I'm wondering... 
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