A melody resides within your gaze
Of sultry brown and subtle lighter streaks.
It sings a song of heated summer days,
With promises of love in warmer weeks.

Your eyes met mine and I could not resist,
The notes they sang were like a siren hymn.
True; lips as sweet as yours I'd never kissed,
This love did not come purely on a whim.

But as time passed the warmth in them grew cold,
Your melody turned quiet on its own.
The distance made the song grow awfully old,
And soon enough I found myself alone.

As summer faded slowly into fall
True love was lost; my siren lost his call.