I wake up… with this
shade on my mind,
trusting one… day I’ll
leave it behind.
I get up… with this
ache in my side,
praying that… it will
surely subside, be-
cause I know our paths will cross to-
day. In the
afterglow and aftermath of
May… your
summer bosom tells me how I
need to spell my love right now, so
cast out summer fears; this I
pray.
D.J. Whisenant
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