As we drive along,
Anon
Hand in hand,
I look out the window
And the scenery reminds me of you.
The rolling hills
Remind me of your gentle curves.
The clouds in the sky
Remind me of the wisping of your hair around your face.
I think to myself how lucky we are,
To have this world given to us;
But more importantly,
I realise you are my world.
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