He was like a nice
Cool spring night the
Nice cool breeze blowing
All over me and all
Through me.
Then the wind begin
To grow strong as
The night carried on.
It felt like a storm
Coming from the North
East heading to the
South East.
The April shower
Begin to rain
On his parade.
He tries to keep it
Going but the parade
Was canceled,
For the rain and lighting,
And thundering would not
Stop
Until the next morning,
When sun raised, and
Me like a beautiful
Flower, that bloomed again,
With a whole new vision
Of love.
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