The first of a
new month. This, by my
calender, is the 9th month of the year.
Summer is over.
August has passed. The girl I love has
left. By this time next year, she will have been back for about 2
months. It
hurts me, but never my
love. Ten months won't
phaze my love, nor would ten years.
Reference:
Her Name Was Natalie