My Midsummer's Day

by Cate Rock   May 24, 2013


He kisses my temple as I sleep.
He kisses my shoulder when we play.
He holds my hand when I am frightened.
He wipes the tears when I cry.

To the world we are children.
Nineteen, young and free.
But the secret is we're just broken.
Hiding and healing; you'll see.

You joke and poke at our differences.
You say your things in the shadows.

But we are ourselves no matter what comes,
and we will make our own way thru our own meadows.

You say what you will but we are strong.
We've passed all your tests and we've moved on.

We love we hurt and we suffer,
just like any other couple does.

No matter the road we have to travel,
I know we will have each other to hold.

I take this man to hold.
I take this man when he's old.
I take this man for tomorrow.
I will take him in his sorrow.
I will take him when he's mad.
I'll even take him when he is glad.
When blue eyes turn to grey...
I will still love him every day.
When hair fades away...
He will still be my midsummer's day.

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