Some things I have loved, and this I will try
To tell you them all, starting with the sky;
I don’t like the sun; it causes my eyes pain,
I’d much rather sit in, and watch rain.
I love the snow, and I love the ice
I think it makes, the woods seem quiet nice.
I love the feeling that I get
When I lose myself in music, and forget
The troubles and sorrows of yesterday
As the day slowly slips away
And yes I do in fact love night
When mischievous boys seem to take flight,
Red rooms with black curtains, set as trim
And movies that turn out to end rather grim
I like these things I have to above
But I like none greater, than the touch of love.
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