Our joys are simple,
that of children in the street,
running through the dusty roads
in the sweltering summer heat.
Nights spent in each other’s arms,
whispering distant dreams;
our plans are plentiful,
almost bursting at the seams.
I’ve learned to count the days,
watch as the seasons change.
Through sun and rain and perfect storms,
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