The Perfect Weather

I daydreamed of gloomy days
Spent just with her at home
Playing with her dark brown hair
Unable to leave her lips alone

I imagined the rain soft and faint
As I confessed my love with a whisper
Secretly in awe of her raw beauty
And how I hadn’t done a thing to deserve her

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