the sweet warm glow of a summer morning,
seeping through the soft sheets of this cold blanket.
he kissed my cheek,
evoking thousands of butterflies in my stomach,
leaving a print of love on my body.

"this is the best summer of my life,"
i quietly thought to myself as we watched
the sunset together on this place,
we left a mark of this summer love.

but i am afraid,
though i don't want this summer to end...
i am afraid,
is this just a summer thing to you?
or is this the summer love to you?

the summer love that you'll remember
whenever the butterfly bushes are in full bloom,
the summer love that left that warm glow in your heart.
that summer love that you'll always long for,
even after five winters, and so on.

i hope you remember
the soft hazy breeze of that summer,
because i know i'll always remember.

the way you held my hand,
the way you kissed my lips.
everything feels so familiar
and i remember...
whenever the sweet warm glow of summer morning
seeps through the soft sheets of this cold blanket.