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I would give up everything to be
the sky that harbors your cloud,
the cloud that rolls over your mountain,
the mountain that frames your oak,
the oak that offers you shade,
the shade that bathes you in coolness,
the coolness that caresses your temple,
for one second.

This is nice.
I like how this goes from something so big and vast to something so small as a delicate caress. I also liked how love was so fluid and kept transforming to match the need or the moment.

cate