That love we had which predates June
Kept us in fits all afternoon.
Her sky-stained eyes sang ***** tunes.
Bluer being than bluest moons.
All around her fresh lagoon
I swam and sank and spoke too soon.
A brighter night from this was hewn
And on a page the tale was strewn.
A voice that rang inopportune
And ears to its hum immune.