– dear, this is daunting –

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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