Is the grass really greener after this rain,
Or is it because I want it to be?
Is the blue sky bluer over this lane,
Or is it because you walked here with me?
When the summer rains change to winter's snow,
And we tramp the leaves and watch the sky,
And the seasons come faster than they go,
May we still be together and not wonder why?
Or are such questions even fair
When summer rains have washed the air?
All questions will be answered if you just stay together. Nice poem.
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~siiigh~ You make me want to be in love!
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Nice sentiments.
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