An easy laugh turns her head,
Eyes that pale other blues -
The sea and the sky -
Spark clear and bright,
And draw me in a tender trap.
Cares brushed aside
By coppery tresses
Teased across porcelain features
By a breeze that mimics
Her delicate nature.
She is a dream,
Rare in its completeness,
And treasured for the sensations
That lighten my blues,
And brighten my days.
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