First attempt, (write something ,anything, to get started.) For a man who likes to talk about the weather with me, who I'd like to talk about a lot more with.

It's a beautiful pink sky, full of fireworks,

We talk about the weather all the time,

But tonight the sky really is on fire,

You ask me how it looks and I defer,

I'm so in love with you,

I lie and tell you the sky is calm and blue.

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