SUMMER
Innocence speaks to innocence,
And so I speak to you
Those three little words
That I hold
In the cup of my hands,
Whispered from one heart to another
Those sweet words
Filled with the bliss of summer
And the wholeness
Of requited love.
But you know what they say
About summer romances,
What they whisper
Behind their hands
As we walk past,
My fingers clutched in yours,
Your eyes meeting mine
Filled with the gooey stare
Only young love brings.
"They were never made to last"
And so,
Much like day gives to dusk
Its light
You give to me
The shattered remains
Of the love founded on the sand,
And broken on the leaves.
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