Summer Breeze

Been thinking 'bout you, as the days go by,

I miss you so much, I just break down and cry,


Then you come to me, on a cool Summer breeze,

And your soft, sweet kisses set my mind at ease,


Though they portend to be pure, as you're always so demure,

Happenstance becomes, they may be yet another lure,


You've done it once before, lest I be enticed for more,

But my mind's not yet ready, to be so verily sore,


Still the winds blow, tossing me to and 'fro

Yet thou still aren't much worse, nor better to know,


All the hearts you break, lives you take, and the hearts you make,

Never will mend the ever-lost souls you forsake,


Now, the time has come, to parley up the sum,

If only you would once, just this once,

Please, let me come... to you.

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