She Is Summer
by Morning Star
Lace like innocence,
but she’s no fool.
A smile that tempts,
a glance that rules.
Sunlight kisses
her honey-gold skin,
But it’s the fire beneath
that draws you in.
She walks like July —
bare legs, bold heart,
Soft on the outside,
a storm at the start.
She laughs in the breeze,
wild, uncontained,
Too free for a frame,
too real to be tamed.
She doesn’t chase seasons,
she becomes the heat.
Every glance is a rhythm,
every step — a heartbeat.
Elegant, cheeky,
sweet with a twist,
The kind of girl
you’re scared to have missed.
So here she stands —
sun-drenched and true,
Dressed like the view,
but far more than the hue.