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When she smiles under the sun
I know this game of love has begun
So playful, so sweet
Like an afternoon treat
Dancing like a child
Free and beautiful with style
Eyes that twinkle like a shooting star
In a single stare, recognition of a heart that reaches distances far
She sips her lemonade while my mind processes that I have it made
I don’t need to be her king
Simply make her smile
Let us let loose under a summer sky
Let us give in and believe free of a skeptic’s why
Originally children of god in a garden
Only with human weakness did our hearts harden
Sickness, evil and pain, are all part of the game
But a portion is hardly a degradation of the whole
Love and living seeks a greater goal
The sun, sky, stars and moon
Gifts from the gods
Not to be realized but celebrated on this fine afternoon.





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