Thoughts, Never Words. (Poetry Collection)

Summer love.

And I'm not sure what day it was,
Quite frankly I didn't care.
All I know is it was in the first days of summer,
When the sun sets later
And the night was still lit,
Yet we could still see the stars
And paint new constilations in the sky
So that we could point to that deep dark blue sky
And say 'that's my one, it belongs to me'.
When the air is hot and heavy,
And the day is long,
Yet the breeze in the air was strong
And we would sit all day
In that old tree,
So that the heat wouldn't get to us.
Like I said,
I didn't know exactly what day it was.
But I know that day is a day I will never forget.
For we fell in love.