You are summer surrender
You are sweet home's soil
And I wish that anyone half-compared

You are my telescope to the moon
You are sleep when she dreams
And I wish, to no end, that this world
had never come between us

You are why it's good to be me
You are the rose I stopped for
And I wish I could be where you are
as easily as these words are allowed

You are the last thing I will ever forget
You are day one, not yet done
And I wish there were a simpler way
to admit just how long I knew
that it was meant to come to this

I was meant to make it you

Poetry from The Astrals by Shane Windham
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