A reflection of you is all I see.
Not at all who you used to be.
Won’t you come and love with me?
So I can see past the reflection where you and me are we.
It was a beautiful evening in hot, clammy valley. The clouds were flowing over us, making the sun play peek-a-boo. I found the sun as it showed me the silver lining, so beautiful and vibrant. The orange and red and yellow sky almost too beautiful for the naked eye.