There is something about you I can never forget.
A portrait in your eyes that reminds me of a starry night.
Or is it the galaxy of freckles setting your face.
It could be the sun sparking a warm fire in your voice.
Possibly telling myself it is the alignment of worlds when you smile.
Eyes blue from above and head stuck in the clouds.
I know that your name is Forrest.
So why did they not call you Sky?
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