My Girl

And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.

The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald

From summer she is made, my lovely summer girl,
I’d love to spend a winter with my lovely summer girl,
But I’m never warm enough for my lovely summer girl,
It’s summer when she smiles, I’m laughing like a child,
It’s the summer of our lives; we’ll contain it for a while
She holds the heat,
the breeze of summer in the circle of her hand
I’d be happy with this summer if it’s all we ever had.

Maggie Stiefvater

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