Snow in April

Snow in April

I like your eyes when they are shut, for you
Are unaware of the calming relief
You provide. Your warmth on mine, you do
Not realize that I have a belief;
Underneath your eye lids there is treasure,
On your skin, dark cloth called fashion
In your brain, storms arise fighting the pleasure
Of being together amidst passion.
I know it may rain and I know it may
Be seventy and sunny, unfortunately
Weather has a hard time trying to convey
What he’s feeling, even if its lovely.
He continues on, snow in April
Wrong, but it is something. He is grateful.

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