The sky falls in love every timeit speaks pink,
a lover's sign.
As the sun sets the sky's aglow
Its colours become a love that grows.
The clouds,
like pillows,
affectionate and pink,
A canvas for the sky's delightful bliss.
Each night,
a new lover,
Now a love story that shall never cease.
So take a moment,
and look above,
And fall in love as the sky does.
© bbvac