The flowers smiled and winked at you in early May.
All was bright, flaws were none, and all so very new
Like dew, fresh on the grass where we spent our days.
The air grew feverish as did I, my mind was a maze.

Come the middle of July the dew had evaporated.
Our vision blurred like the sky in immense heat.
The days took years to go, held in place by Apollo.
We nestled inside just as wind began to blow

Leaves off of trees in a million colors.
Adventure shriveled to a familiar routine.
Surrounded by walls we would spend time,
A few conjured up after our prime.

The temperature crept downward.
Our hearts fell victim to frost,
Their synchrony now  
Broken.