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why ...
the sound of a piano drifting through the window on a calm night
the scent of lilacs fluttering across the hazy prairie air
the beginning of an unfinished poem i wrote so many years ago
the dancing children in the streets of summer
the two lovers giggling somewhere in a dark movie theatre
the sudden waking from an easy sleep on a cold winter's night
the creaks and groans of floorboards outside the bedroom door
the painting i lost in a single wrong stroke of my brush
the silence of snow falling on frozen tree branches
these are the reasons i love you so
the scent of lilacs fluttering across the hazy prairie air
the beginning of an unfinished poem i wrote so many years ago
the dancing children in the streets of summer
the two lovers giggling somewhere in a dark movie theatre
the sudden waking from an easy sleep on a cold winter's night
the creaks and groans of floorboards outside the bedroom door
the painting i lost in a single wrong stroke of my brush
the silence of snow falling on frozen tree branches
these are the reasons i love you so