It was a summer of firsts;
Young love wild and free,
The first time someone noticed,
The woman I was to be.
On some days it sweltered,
Other days were cooled by rain,
Those months brought intense new passion,
Followed by even deeper pain.
Amidst the July heat,
And melted gold sunshine,
I got drunk off your kisses,
And homemade blackberry wine.
It was great while it lasted,
But soon we figured out,
That goodbyes are really,
What summer love is about.
Despite attempts to stop time,
Our present turned to past,
But I swear an eternity,
Still would have ended too fast.
It is hard to believe,
But my heart loves you still,
Even after years apart,
I know now it always will.
This is a really old poem from seven years ago that sounded alright but I made some changes so now it's actually decent.