When first I swayed her eyes a perfect round,
With hair that fell so circular and dark.
Spherical girl -- not rotund or fat-bound,
With curves that flow in wide expanse of arc.
By dawn the night does wane to working day.
With awe I fill her every need profound --
A pup to fetch and run the word, obey.
My Summer's smile augments a love unbound.
Yet, smiles are few and eyes a glazing dim.
No touch returned for softly warm caress.
I beg her, please, recount my every sin:
"Nothing," says she, a wisp so vaporous.
Summer left a tasteless void of season;
Autumn blows a gust of destined reason....
September 19, 2016
Movie Mania - Romance - Poetry Contest
Inspired by the romantic comedy,
500 Days of Summer (2009)
Copyright © Tom Arnone | Year Posted 2016