I can't stop thinking of how
You smiled on that July afternoon,
All golden and warm.
The sunbeams beating down,
Not a cloud in the sky.
Sharing stories and long walks,
Beads of sweat on our foreheads.
I can still feel it, the warmth,
Not from the sun, but from you.
I could have kissed you then,
And we would have been
All golden and warm.