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Summertime

Dead leaves and cheap red wine Remind me of the summertime Remind me of everything She says she knows me well Always one to kiss and tell Tell me love will ring And sun is shining And she’s still crying We were laying on blanket Thinking no one else could see Until the moon was rising I thought our love was dying Then whispers from lips Told me all I need to know Forever lost in endless bliss The night of our first kiss Her love was so wonderful Heartaches and sad goodbyes Ripped away the summertime Ripped away everything And her heart was beating And her skin was warm In the back seat of my chevy She made me a man And my mind was fleeting With my fingers reading The story of her body And song of her soul And when I think about that night Her beauty still surrounds me Like a blanket made of wool And when I wonder where shes gone Her memory disturbs me Wakes me up from sleep Her love still confounds Made me who I was to be But the summer never left me It still burns here today A fire raging northward Across a huge expanse of space Even in the heart of winter The warmth still remains Like beacon shining onward Asking me to stay

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 3/30/2011 2:50:00 PM
Ohh I just love this.. I think I'm going to start checking up on your poetry DAILY I like it so much... Especially since I've been going through a longing-for-love and memory phase myself.. just love it..
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Date: 1/29/2011 10:21:00 AM
I've never done this before but I disagree with the comment...this is anything but cute. This speaks of an unanswered longing, at least it seems that way to me. The one written of loved so well in that short summer that it's haunting. I could be totally wrong but whatever I am right about it's beauty.
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Date: 12/20/2010 3:48:00 PM
Very creative and cute write on the emtions of love. Bradley
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