Honey, you are the one.

I miss what I used to have, in the summer time.

And in high school.

I miss the friends, the lingering talks,

The perspiring beers fresh from the cooler,

Cracked and sipped on the beach.

I miss those feelings where you don't care what comes next, because right now is perfect.

This is all I could ever subscribe to.

A lovely day

Where oil and wildlife mix

A sympathetic, sometimes whimsical view

The ecstasy and the agony

Of crimes