In a Field of Dandelions

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I often imagine us holding hands together
Walking through a field of dandelions,
The sun standing bright above our heads,
The breeze soft against our sunscreen-applied skin,
A smooth and natural smile grazing our lips.
Warm laughter filling the air as we dance in the middle of the field,
Wishing on every dandelion, we grab a hold of,
For a happy and prosperous forever and after.
I imagine you taking our picnic baskets and stuff
Back to the van while I stay behind,
Pick up a dandelion, and wish on it
For you to be mine and mine, forever,
Even though, I already know that you are,
But the dandelions and you are far too pretty
For my love-struck heart to miss this chance.

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