Sometimes he's cold
I think he'll shatter
Sometimes he's hot
He'll set to flames
The crispy-cool fire in his eyes
Is blue
He's tender
I think he'll
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He doesn't scathe
He's bright and gentle
He cares
He's like the sweet fragrance
Of roses
After a rainstorm
The clouds are still there
Though the happiness shines through
He is a summer day;
Eyes that shine like the sun,
Though the colour is of the sky
He brings me warmth as he wraps
Around me;
His breath like the warm winds at night
He is my world
The strength to help me last a bit longer.