Summer Jetta Love

We hit the road in July’s blaze,
A Jetta GLI stuck in heatwave haze.
No A/C, just wind and sun,
Two fools on fire, just having fun.

At a truckstop off the Interstate,
We found fake teeth—it felt like fate.
You wore them grinning ear to ear,
We laughed so hard we wiped a tear.

The drag strip roared, chrome cars in line,
You called one “se xy,” I said “It’s fine.”
We wandered through that motor maze,
Lost in torque and sun-drenched daze.

Later, under neon skies,
Italian plates and garlic ties.
Your hand found mine, your laugh stayed sweet,
Love poured out in wine and heat.

But what stayed burned behind my eyes—
That Off-Broadway, those city skies.
You in a turquoise dress so bright,
It made the whole da mn stage feel light.

You smiled like you were born to shine,
And every word, each look, was mine.
The city buzzed, the night felt new—
And all I saw was simply you.

That’s when I knew, deep in my chest,
Through sweat, fake teeth, and all the rest—
That real love isn’t planned or dressed,
It’s turquoise nights, and saying yes.

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