Mary Beth
Mary Beth
You remind me of the sun,
soft and warm.
Not yet touched by the hands of December days.
Maybe October's fingers
have fondled you skin,
but not enough to leave scars of chilling days.
I Love the sun
as I Love you, winters frighten me away,
they're so cold and bitter.
Please, avoid December days,
and I'll bring on August months.
I believe in you.
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