Beneath You

After Iogo Chirola

If all beauty lies beneath you,
It is, indeed, over my head.
If reach for the stars, 
Will I catch your eye?
If I dance in your rain,
Will you be moved to weep further?
If beauty is beneath you,
And over my head
Perhaps we may find comfort in middle ground.

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