Fields of bailed hay and
skies of cloudless blue,
the beginning of summer
has me missing you.
Perfection is synonymous
with souls times two,
that is the wonder of magic
and my love for you.
The tapestry of life
is colorful in away,
like the green of the hills
and the abundant rain.
Memories are daily gained
sometimes through dreams
that ensure in my arms
is where you'll stay.
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