It was a beautiful summer morning,
Sitting there with you,
In the early mornings light
Everything was fresh and new.
It brought back a summer that faded too fast.
But I know now, it was not to last.
But it brought back those warm august nights.
Spent out under a thousand star lights.
And a warm summer breeze will always render,
The memories of a summer spent in surrender.
I still long for it, right up to winter’s first frost.
Him, those days, but mostly the innocence lost.
And it does this heart good to see you form time to time.
If only to relive that much simpler time.
I wonder does your mind drift back to those days.
Or was it simply an awkward teenage phase?
You too had said we’d always be,
But we both knew as the summer faded, so would we.
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