Let us never reach the end of June.
I want to stay in a time where you an I forever loom.
This time was so generous to me,
allowing me to laugh and dance so carelessly.
I couldn't sleep then just as I can't now,
nor can my brothers, something you passed down.
Wisteria and honeysuckle work as one to frame your smile.
I thought I had you forever, but I'm nothing more than a child.
Sometimes I find myself mad at the world for you
but then I hear you say, "don't do anything I wouldn't do".
You cheeky old soul, weaver of grins.
Put in a good word for me up there, you're the only reason I want to get in.