Summer's Romance

Goodbye sweet summer.

I will surely miss your warm embrace come December.

The inebriated days we spent faire l' amour

and tepid nights counting shooting stars I'll remember.

When you return from the far side of the world I'll be waiting with eager rejoice,

with renewed vigor, longing to wander in your lush pastures like some fair-haired boy.

All while knowing, full well, that our affair will only last 'til September.