I will always remember you this way
under skylit awnings
with soft spoken stories
and eyes gently falling
in love with no warning.
you are the warm air sifting
through crisp spring mornings
with coffee laced kisses and
words languid and yawning.
you settled on my skin
when i didn't know where to begin
and came to me as swiftly
as the rain that was pouring
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