Another summer and you’re the one on my mind 

Your pleasant words and humour so kind

Now I’m certain, this demeanour is the type I find

I can’t help but think you’re the one

Its possible we knew,

but we buried the clue looking for flaws in perfection,

stung by seduction from scornful hearts, and lust

Maybe all that should have been, was making you first

Young, wild and reckless,

made our desperate hearts dim with all imperfections

Knowing we made wrong choices from the lonely nights and sorrowing

But now that we know the cue,

with the journey ahead still unknown,

here’s an ode, because I think I like you. 

Written by : David

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