Do you remember that early July morning?
When we were in love
The thunder was pounding,
The lightening illuminating,
The sky we both laid eyes upon,
And yet we were so far apart.
Late night and early mornings,
Our wild eyes fixed on each other,
A love so foreign and so sweet,
A tale of the birds and bees.
Another love turned bitter sweet.
A touch so exhilarating now so weak,
A taste so sour,
The voice refuses to speak.
I will remember you,
But will you remember me?
