I see yellow
A soft yellow, like the brushing of lips, turning into a smile
I see a flower reaching to the sky
Its leaves like wings
About to take flight
I feel your love
Like the sun, its warmth taking over me
I was born in shadows
And I shivered, constantly, whispering the words “cold”
But you reached me
Coddled me in your arms
And with that, my sun, I sung the song of love

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