Summer Nights.
When the days are short.
And the nights are cold.
I will warm your soul.
And your heart of gold.
On the summer nights.
When the air is too tight.
There will be enough love.
To make it just right.
A love that lasts forever.
It’s a perfect recipe.
When I look into the mirror.
It’s you I could see.
We will be as one.
Like the bark to the tree.
The moment my eyes.
Went into that stare.
I knew the rest of my life.
Would be yours to share.
I was hoping you would say.
That you felt that way.
And forever you would be.
In love with me.
Jim Raab.
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Wednesday, March 11, 2009
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