January

People think you are
Cold and gray,
Like the bitter January air,
But baby,
Your smile is
A LIGHTNING BOLT


You may rain sometimes,
Feel uncertain,
Like April skies.
But honey,
I see spring in your eyes.

Your fiery hair
Burns like summer heat,
And I swear,
It is truly unfair,
To compare you
To just one month out of the year.

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