Sandra Haight Poet Sonnet

Summers Heat

Mid, summer months of nineteen-fifty five-
     I met my sweetheart on a rare blind date.
A mere sixteen- for me, love came alive;
     the moment we locked eyes- it was too late.

Too late to ever give my heart away
     to any other man from that day on!
It beat so hard within my chest to say-
     our summers heat, forever-love was spawn. 

So young we were- most thought it just a fling.
     However, after high school and beyond-
when he became a fine Marine- we'd cling
     to his next leave- reheat, keep warm our bond.

We wed in summer, 'fifty-eight!  So sweet!
     Now- sixty-five years since that- summers heat.


May 28, 2020

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Geoffrey Brewer June 10, 2020 at 10:21 AM A love story touching in its pure simplicity. My eye was caught by dates and numbers that put me at the same age as you, though I have been married for a mere 42 years!

David Mchattie May 28, 2020 at 8:28 PM Lovely poem my friend. Is there anything more exciting then meeting the 'one.' You are very lucky. Have a great day.