The flower that entertwines our blossoming lives together, the radiant white-hot sun, the charmeuse moon, the purple velvet star-studded sky, golden summer rain, the nature of our being becomes so enwarped into our pulsating hearts that tingles the sensation into vitality and life. That is what happens when I feel your gaze on me, lightheaded, giddy, like a graceful dancer slanting in the peach shadows, highlighting the green of all summers as you lay upon the grass and let everything in nature take you away; the warm towel under you, the sun and wind caressing your limbs, the waft of sun-screen through the new breeze, the sounds of a distant song on the breeze, As I think of you, while I lie there in hopeless love, wondering if your immaturity will ever vanish completely and you'll break through that hard shell of unkindness, apathy, into the one thing I dreamed of: But as the time wans on, nothing changed although the sun became lower and the moon and my smile vanished, our friendship blew away as if on a lingering breeze, but only momentarily, then it flies back. Is that called leading me on? Who knows. The feel of hard, soft seashells creates another aura that reminds me of you, once again. To pick up only one and find the beauty in it until you have found the perfect one. This poem is not yet finished
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