I saw you walking towards me.
A reflective pure white.
Church bells rang.
And we ran off into the night.
A beauty inside.
Now exposed.
We need our hearts.
Take aim and reload.
Shooting arrows.
And love everywhere.
Others are jealous.
But we don't care.
...
June is beautiful, and she sang too.
The songs I wrote, and the notes that flew.
See June and I were two strings, together we tied the knot.
We exchanged our loving rings, for that completeness we've always sought.
My forever and always, like a summer day.
Even on those fall days, she is still my way.
...
I said stars can burn bright,
well we're burning the brightest.
We turn night to day,
opposite illumination is the slightest.
See, all that we've ever done,
either brightens or darkens our time.
Even in the light of the sun,
darkness still dines;
but through our words and smiles,
that is what shows light.
From the darkest of depths
to the highest of heights.
The strongest light now,
is what we continue to sustain.
While every scarred, heartbroken soul is revived,
our loving power runs through our veins.
June and I will continue to heal,
but in this day, no words will describe how I feel.
White/Summer/Light
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