Windswept and Evergreen

I daydream in bucolic scenes,
breathe deep to keep at peace
as I imagine you with me.
In my head we're far from everything,
as relaxed as a windswept field,
as mellow as mist and haze.
Our days roll like the hills,
and my love for you is evergreen.

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