Stormy raindrops pelter her face,
Her face upturned, to the sky.
The crystal drops seem to race,
She feels as though she could fly.
The sun shines, warm and bright,
He basks himself in it's glow.
The serene horizon is a beautiful sight,
He feels as though he could crow.
Three words linger in the misty morning air,
For they maybe miles apart,
But they are together at heart.
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