A perfect day ? You know, I used to have an answer, Could purse my lips, And frown attentively, Giving gravity and importance, Their weighted dues, And after a side wink, To appropriate silence, I could reply. Talk with a vaunted fervency, Washed by bright sincerity, Of that halcyon day, That time, Which would gleam brightly, In my memory Mausoleum, As I grew old. But now, As the moments build, Piling one on top of another, Since I met my whole, My angel, Now, I am not so sure. More and more it seems to me, Those glacier blues, And white, Sky skipping clouds, I would have described, Are contained, Right there, In her eyes. And the streaming light, Awash in heat, Wind cooled, By singing oak leaves, Those, Are there in her smile. And that beach, With the serenely white, Velvet poured sand, The flowing, ebbing waves, Whispering in their eternal circle, More and more, I am convinced, Exist, Every times she gives voice, To her soul. A perfect day ? Now, I cannot answer, With glib consideration, But if, When, I did, I would say, My perfect day, Is her.Birth sign: Virgo
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