By Rachel Beckman
"There’s a rainbow in his eyes.
Orange, yellow, and green, too.
I’ve never caught him in any lies,
A soul too pure to be true.
I’ve watched a sunrise—
Just as he smiles out of the blue.
Can I tell you why I love you?
If not for the specs on your skin
that were kissed by the sun’s lips before saying ‘adieu’,
it’s because I honest to god wouldn’t mind having your kin.
They’d have your strong will that I look to.
Boy, would that be the ultimate win.
They would be my sunshine.
Red hair, rainbow eyes, kind smile.
Our reflection. Yours, and mine.
They might, at times, act like a juvenile—
Act up, disrespect, whine.
But, god, would it be worthwhile."
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