finer things

we stroll in the air

and she teases and dares

we dance in the sky

and she swims as she bares

her hand holding mine

as the theme-park ride flies

her eyes watching too

as love wanders through

though the garden in summer

struggles to bloom

they’ll be birds of paradise

blossoming soon

orange – green – yellow – blue

her time off – my joy

leaving work well behind

lemon – milk – butter – lime

paraphernalia – colourful times

my heart beating louder

as yearnings arise

the planet forgotten –

the weatherman shines

stealing my sunglasses

off my shoulder in spring

but a few, but a few

of the finest of things

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