Summer Long days, romantic nights, Picnics in the park, fishing under the summer sun, Green grass, gentle winds, Hearing I was his only one. Temperatures in the mid-eighties The heat got to me - my heart I bared The birds chirping, the bees buzzing, All signs of summer - back when he cared.
Reason for writing:
It started out as an assignment, but I then started to like it, for summer really was when he cared and I miss that, and I miss him.
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