That was the summer, I fell in love with morning.
the way your tired eyes would find mine,
the way you would tell me it was time for the day to being, with your light morning kisses
the way you reluctantly got out of bed, turned off your alarm
and came back to me, all wrapped up in your sheets.
Each morning held a promise of excitement and laughter.
That was the summer, I fell in love with the morning.

That was the summer, I fell in love with the night.
the way your lips found mine for the first time
softly, easily, and patiently
the way the stars always seemed to shine brighter for us
and the way each evening consisting of wine and goodnight kisses
flowed gracefully into morning.
That was the summer, when I fell in love with the night.

That was the summer, when I fell completely in love.
every morning felt like Sunday
and every night felt like a cozy summer rain.
each day merged with the next
and time seemed as if would go on forever.
That was the summer,
where I fell completely  in love
with you.