Sierra's Sonnet
A summer wind blows her hair
A feeling of floating in the air
She looks at me with her green eyes
She shows the truth and hides no lies
My world is hers as hers is mine
I saw no premonition or sign
I cannot breathe or hope to speak
Of the love in which I seek
I need some time to gather thoughts
Maybe I love her or maybe not
I cannot describe my feelings inside
I have no pattern, no trail, no guide
As I lay here in bed
I think about all she said
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