I love you even though
We fight and fuss
And make a mess
Of each other.
You forgive.
I like that.
The clouds were herded
Past the pier,
Nearer the horizon
Than the beach;
The sun water colored
As I watched:
The Van Gogh of
Our galaxy.
I love you even though
We fight and fuss
And make a mess
Of each other.
You forgive.
I like that.
The clouds were herded
Past the pier,
Nearer the horizon
Than the beach;
The sun water colored
As I watched:
The Van Gogh of
Our galaxy.