Leaves rustle down from the trees,
The moon rises high up into the sky.
Reminiscing your smile,
. . . It has been awhile.
Times may change, interests may adapt, but every second with you makes it all feel right in place, intact. Some may say I'm crazy, some may say I'm blind, but when I am with you I call them swine; love is happy, away you are -happy turns sublime; for when you are with me I feel inclined, my days may often be lonely, my nights may be cold, but when I see you; nothing seems to get old.
- Kes Long
Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 9:02 AM UTC
Leaves rustle down from the trees,
The moon rises high up into the sky.
Reminiscing your smile,
. . . It has been awhile.
Times may change, interests may adapt, but every second with you makes it all feel right in place, intact. Some may say I'm crazy, some may say I'm blind, but when I am with you I call them swine; love is happy, away you are -happy turns sublime; for when you are with me I feel inclined, my days may often be lonely, my nights may be cold, but when I see you; nothing seems to get old.
- Kes Long
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