I love the stars;
but sun, you shined;
slept on my moon;
your clouds enticed;
hummed through the rain;
but summer flies;
against my mourns;
were sparks you smiled,
there, lose my blues;
soon gone, expired;
like shades of dawn
grew weak through time;
but so did you;
unseen goodbye,
these summer rains
now truth once lie.
