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May 2014
Without a care through summers fun
we both tousled life in splendor
Each played in the beams daylight streams
holding one another tender

Above the churning sky had blushed
without a worry of the night
We played on high till day was nigh
as darkness overcame the light

The wind from our lives blows by us
marking as time runs out it cries
Filling life's sails with tattle tales
while the dream of our childhood dies

The cricket's songs leisurely played
rain tapped the ground with our first kiss
A warm night bathed in cool moonlight
let me remember you as this


Tate
I can't say that this piece is wrapped completely in reality. It was a thought of youth and time I spent with others and still remember. Time changes everything does it not? Young love is a lot like that. We always entrust our future to the winds of fortune. What once seemed like the end turned out to be only the beginning of something much better. So to all of you who are still young remember this from a man who has been there. It may seem like your love is gone. As if everything you dreamed was just that, a dream. These moments are the ones that carve the character that will make you interesting to others in the future. The only ones who truly know what life has in store, are those who have lived it and come out the other end a little wiser. The pain that will seem to accompany young love teaches us to be true to one another. These pains will help you through life. Through memories of these mutual pains, those endured and those imposed by us on others, we learn to respect each others feelings. This will make you a better person. One you too can respect.
Tate Morgan
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