It felt like summer with him,
like sunlight on my face.
He smelled like an indian breeze.
We danced without music and sung without words.
He brought a dangerous kind of calm to the room.
I still hear his laughter,
It’s like bells, like the warmth of a blush on my face.
It felt like summer with him.
An innocent hiding place, a playful embrace.
He left me with a feeling of unbelieving, of daydreaming.
My summer love, my sunny day has gone away.
And all I can say as my afternoon goes dim is
It felt like summer with him.
Submitted: April 17, 2001
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