Farewell, Summer Love
“Farewell, My Summer Love”
Has it dawned on you
We’ve likely said our silent goodbyes?
Has it occurred to you
There’s something lingering in your eyes?
Mistaken may be my imagination
Perhaps they’re wishful visions mine own see,
I gazed your disappearance with the tide
I deposited the letter in the bottle gently
Carefully, precisely I enumerated the times
Absent your company–grateful they were few,
From feeding the doves to sharing hidden loves
That magic night of The Taming of the Shrew
On my forehand you rested your supple palm
For what was our inaugural summer’s touch,
Held it there for a noticeable while did you . . .
A natural impulse–my, did I like it much
For the record, I never required strings
Had you not become my summer to be,
With luck, I’d have fared just as well
But you affirmed there is serendipity
That insists on staying awhile longer
That sunsets reveal their romantic meanings,
Never take for granted their majesty will I
Nor your head-on-my-shoulder intervenings
Why must summer end, my mind foolishly asks
Temporal are the many facets of life,
Passages, not promises, of a chance romance
Serendipity, like enchantment, doesn’t run rife
But I can’t let go . . .
From an endless summer’s final goodbye–
That word I simply cannot say,
So hear me, woman:
“May I have your autumn love now that
summer’s flown away?”
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Pamper the woman . . . and romance her in autumn. -Rg2
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A Romance in Autumn
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