This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at TAMU chapter.
Glory to the trees
that saw you walk with me.
Glory to the moon
that sailed with you in June.
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Much respect to all
who turned their eyes away
when they watched you steal my heart
and the smile on my face.
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All love to myself
for cultivating strength.
Seeds of dreams and joy
laid scattered on the soil.
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Time does fly, and hearts do heal.
Like withered roses rebloom in spring.
The fresh wind dries away sour tears,
and the bright blue sky to your soul brings peace.