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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Smith Avatar
March 30, 2011 at 2:50 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..
Ginn Avatar
January 29, 2011 at 10:21 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.
Mehta Avatar
December 20, 2010 at 3:48 PM
Very creative and cute write on the emtions of love. Bradley
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