a small poem about love's worries
The day is new and not yet lost to summer heat. Flowers blush and preen in morning breezes. Let me whisper fears before the day consumes you My fickle friend, another shadows your affections Distracted lover another twirls for your attention I'm losing confidence, and I think I'm losing you. In the remaining shadows, leaves still brandish dew
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