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Ronja Hormes Poem
This is a love letter to summer,
To the warmth that caresses my skin,
To the golden rays that shimmer,
In a dance with the gentle wind.
To the endless feeling nights,
Where stars paint the sky so bright,
Whispering secrets in their celestial flights,
Guiding lovers lost in the moon's soft light.
Midnight skies, a canvas of dreams,
Where wishes mingle with stardust streams,
I lose myself in their infinite embrace,
As time slows down in a heavenly space.
To late talk rounds beneath the moon,
Sharing laughter and stories in tune,
With friends gathered, hearts entwined,
Creating memories forever in the moment of time.
To swimming in the lake's cool embrace,
Where worries dissolve without a trace,
Diving into waters crystal clear,
Cleansing my soul, dispelling all fear.
To music in the distance, a melodic invitation, Notes that carry me to a state of elation,
Songs that dance on the breeze's gentle kiss,
Igniting a fire in my heart, pure bliss.
And to my heart that sings,
In sync with the cicadas' rhythmic wings,
Summer's symphony fills the air,
An ode to joy, a love beyond compare.
This is a love letter to summer,
To a new one each year that arrives,
With the same excitement as ever,
It brings me both joy and tears in disguise.
A reminder of life's boundless beauty,
In each sunrise and sunset's hue,
A season cherished, a sacred duty,
To behold in my mind, to cherish anew.
So, here's my love letter to summer,
To its blessings and its grace,
May its warmth linger forever,
In the depths of our souls' embrace.
Copyright © Ronja Hormes | Year Posted 2023
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Ronja Hormes Poem
How many times will I settle for less
Before I realize that I deserve the best
How many times will I let my heart break
Before I understand that some love is fake
I've been the second choice too many times
Settling for scraps, accepting half-hearted lines
But now I know that love is not a game
And I won't play along, I won't be the same
There are no runner-ups in love, it's true
I won't be a consolation prize for you
I'll wait for someone who will choose me first
Who sees my worth and puts me above else
So I'll take a step back, I'll let go
Of all the love that wasn't meant to grow
And I'll hold out for the one who will see
That I am their first choice, their destiny
No more settling, no more second place
I'll wait for the love that will embrace
All that I am, all that I can be
For there are no runner-ups in love, you see
Copyright © Ronja Hormes | Year Posted 2023
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