The magic fades too fastthe scent of summer never lasts the nights turn hollow and vast but nothing remains...nothing lasts.
the nights would be orphaned without the sound of crickets chirping.
Tea is just an excuse.i am drinking this sunset, this evening.and you.
Fall in lovewith the energyof the morningstrace your fingers along the lullof the afternoonstake the spirit of the eveningsin your armskiss it deeply and thenmake loveto the tranquilityof the nights.
your gazeacrossmy cheeksturned theminto strawberry fields.
Some days I don't know what is greater.My wisdom, or my stupidity.
Poetry has saved me on occasions when people couldn't.
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