Sonnet 34: I am as Content as a Summer Breeze
I am as content as a summer breeze
With gentle airs brushing against my face
And blowing through your hair, the softest tease
That dwells within my heart, a gentle grace.
We sit relaxed on our holiday beach
Soft warm days we idle the time away
My love laying still, a delicate peach
With children making sandcastles all day.
But our holiday will soon come to an end
And then we will resume life’s daily grind
With all the daily trials that fate does send
All we have is our love, two hearts that bind.
A holiday is that much earned break away
A time of rest, re-cooperation and play.
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