Summers Song

Another seasons come to pass,
Spring has left
her mark on me.

I feel as if my very being
has waken from life’s slumber,
and there you are.

This is not a new feeling that I have,
only stronger than
ever before.

The moon was full just last night,
my tidal soul was in,
I wanted to be with you.

What ever could I say or do
to have you feel for me,
as I do for you.

Each moment that I’m alone you are
with me in purest thought,
I miss you so.

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