April 13, 2011
You are my song of summer,
The morning gift
I so graciously receive each day,
Our universes are cohesive,
They line up to each other well,
My stars surround your sun,
And even if we never figure out,
The truth about forever,
We have time,
To fit all the pieces together.

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