Monday, 27 June 2011


Yes the red raw skin does sting,
But without I would not feel
Each and every movement that I make;
Where every fold doth end
And every crease begin.

Yes through the pain I grin,
Because without it I mightn't remember
That day in the sun spent with you;
Where every cloud was silver
And every love so true.

Yes the pain will dull,
And the tan will stay much longer,
The sun will shine again:
Topless, I will think myself clever;
Tan and burn will come again
But this love will last forever.

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