Let’s Talk About the Weather.

When you’re in love,

Every move is seemingly senseless,

Every breathe is effortless.

I remember first love today.

I leave all my defenses;

They’re there on the floor.

Maybe this is how love matures.

Regardless, I’ll say I’m yours.

The years before a mere overture, 

Sounding in the desert.

Oh, the storms we’ve weathered,

Have created a treasury.

But I forget everything,

Because I’m remembering.

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