This girl, they just don't make them like her anymore.
See here mama raised a dreamer always negotiating with reality,
While her father raised a warrior always fighting for what she believes in.
She breathes fire back into my existence.
I watch in amazement as the flames dance off the tip of her tongue
And her lips god her lips
Are her most lethal weapon
But somehow still her most generous gift
How they never fail to leave me breathless.
You see is sunshine and I am rain
and while paradoxical sun showers may always fill our days
The steam will rise from the pavement in affirmation of the love we bear
Even the gods hang their colors across skylines in an attempt to reflect this love we share
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