Sigh... It's Summer. I can't remember where it was, I'd had met her. It was probably in a dream. A dream of summer. The smell of her sweet summer breeze, Hot soft skin like a pale summer beach. Wild sunbeams dance divinly from her hair Eyes deep and infinite in there beauty, in her beauty, Like the sea or the sky or the summer moon. Actually, she is a sea. A sea of angels, where rivers of beauty flow. She intoxicates me and make's me insane. My heart sigh's at the sound of her name.
Reason for writing:
I have dreamed about her, and me her.
Birth sign: Cancer
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