Last Summer

Last summer I lost a piece of myself that will never return the same.

That's OK. I gained something more beautiful in it's place.

Kind of like Nature's Warm Loving Embrace.

Sometimes I miss the thee that was me;

But I realize She was Missing something Too.

Am I better off for it????

You'd better bet you I AM!!!

Roses are red; They smell Red and Blue...

The Candle is Pink;

Just like My Dreams of YOU.

Tag is still HOPE