Inkling
Oh the
ideal summer, the insane may say perfect
Everything
in its order and the sunshine in your pocket
Yet a
heart is lonely until love shines
You feel a
presence and look around at the girl who smiles
This
always raises a laugh
To see
clear eyes and a beautiful smile and have mirth
Even if a
bee stings at that moment
It’s pain
that’s irrelevant because time stands still
Life’s
supposed to be about beauty and love
Suffering,
loneliness and sadness are without merit
So take
her outstretched hand and let her lead you to her land
Soft,
warm and loving’s the sound of her merry band
Feeling
the way a cat does when he get’s the cream
Your
motor purring and you sing in love’s dream
Never
mind eloquence or the awkward dance
She’s
chosen you to be her reason that season
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