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
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2020
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