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I'd rather pick flowers than fights.
I'd rather smile than show off style for you.
The air smells of strawberries.
I silently move through the bushes,
Dancing to the beat of your music.
I drip down the hill like eroding sands of an Hour Glass.
The gentle snow falls and kisses our cheeks.
The door flies open for you.
I slip in front, give a mighty grin, stare and kiss your lips.
You'd look into my closed eyes.
You'd gently laugh and move with me.
I hold your hand and move through the door of love.
You'd laugh at my clumsy humor.
I'll hurt my finger closing your front door.
You'll purse your lips and think for a quick minute.
I'll land on the ground of your tackle.
I'd kiss you back.
We'd warm each other, trying to shake the cold.
With you I can be anything I wanna be.
We'd Stand and dance to our laughter.
I'll choke up, and cry to our strong aurora of love.
You'll smile and hold me in your arms.
I can feel myself getting drowsy.
I'd hold you so close and drift away,
I'll whisper in your ear.
I love you.