The Summers

Sweet summer,

My lovely lullaby.

Sweet muse,

My inseparable helper,

How I long for you,

To kiss your face,

To hold your hand.

Lovely summer,

My sweet one,

Where did you fly to?

All these years,

And my heart still yearns for you,

For your wonderful embrace.

Sweetest of summers,

Where did you hide your glow?

The embers of my heart,

Dashing madly around,

Hoping about,

At the excitement,

Of seeing you once more.