A summer ago.
Summer found me,
As a welcomed flower bud,
To climb upon the vine.
Blessed by the discovery of the beauty of the summer.
The memory of the beauty of the summer plays upon my heart.
A lover ago.
Love found me,
As a new sport to play upon the senses.
Blessed by the touch of The Beauty of the Lover.
The memory of The Beauty of the Lover,
Heals within my soul.
~ Jamiano ~
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