Loving as the breeze, you and I. Cool, swirling embracing. Hot sun beating down; a glistening bead trickles down your neck. Sanctuary under the maple tree, grass dewy from a sleepy dawn. Your eyes are alive with wonder, hope and charm. Your hair; it shimmers like the ocean waves at noon, blinding me, rising me, pulling me in. Two perfectly picked blue bell flowers; chosen with the utmost care, belong entwined in your braid. To weave them in is a gentle reminder of how my heart beats for yours. A blue jay flies by; blue must be the theme of this hour. Judging by the sky, blue is right. Blue to compliment the engulfing yellow light. If a hummingbird were to hover near, I would have to cry for your sweet sounds are as beautiful and alive as he. He flutters to your hair, intoxicated by the bluebells as I am by your shimmer, and delicately drinks the nectar found within. The sound of his wings and his tiny heart beating so close to you forces a giggle from the deepest place in your heart. This sound, this magnificent, imperative sound, coming from so deep within, surely is my favorite. He flies away, startled by your laughter, he knows not why your voice flutters. I know why, and I shall forever wish for a hummingbird to fly by, so only to hear your heart utter the music of pure joy.

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