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Post Summer, Pre Winter

If i expressed my love for you i would run out of time.

The moon would crest above unto the sun was out of shine.

The birds between would migrate to Brazil and not return.

For I'd instill a stillness that would feel so hot it burned.

The alphabet would need another 27 letters.

The Federal Reserve release at least 11 debtors.

If i could cooly tell you what i truly feel inside,

It would make every other truth concealed reveal a lie.

Niagra Falls would slow until it spilled a single drip.

The Milky Way would shift into an intermingled drift.

And speaking of the planetary placement in the stars,

The Gemini would join along adjacent through to Mars.

The Taurus joining chorus then would re-align its axis.

The Pros would line the bench and henceforth be assigned to practice.

If i had even half the talent that it took to say it,

There still is not a single word Ive heard that could convey it.

You ask me why i cannot often doodle you a riddle.

Because my love theres nothing that I'd do for you a little.

My full attention you receive when feelings are concerned.

Never aforementioned leaving any stone unturned.

Should any shade of green at all compare to half your stare,

Or therefore be a deeper hue of blue to match your glare,

A more sincere endearing nearness here could not appear.

A score of four exploring mormon lords would spot a sphere.

The ease to which my wits unravel dabbles on the brink.

For you are where my focus travels every time i think.

I know already that you think i wrote this all so fast.

So let me share the secret, I just think about your ass.