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Summer Love

story by
Guyan Wilks

 

 

As I stop and inhale the image before me

The sky is grabbing me up in its streets

So that I may slowly flee

To a world where ambition meets the heavens
and clouds are my couch to seat

 

Such is the feeling of love that make me want to roll over and die
but before I do, to god I will cry.

 

Lord bless me or curse me but leave not my heart to bleed

 

For there is this girl that my spirit needs.

 

Summer love has started to bloom like flowers
and it’s fragrance and sight I can enjoy for hours.

 

What is it about summer that captures the heart
is it the smell of fun and the woks of art
walking and hypnotizing all that can see
uniting two week lovers and marriges to be

 

For some past love will reunite
and for others relationship will end in a fight
but in the summer you can always expect
some one to fall in love and connect
because as the sun heats up every one and everything

 

Hearts will yearn for love and sing
soft sonnets of love for those in waiting
then there can be no argument and debating

 

No one will be able explain that feeling from above

 

But they will know what is and call it summer love.

 

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