It was summer love that took my heart,
A love that took it then pulled the muscles apart.

The surgeon carefully cut me open to see what made me work,
Oh, the pain that I felt when it worked!

My poor heart was threaded back together,
But the damage would never heal from such an endeavor.

And when nature felt my pain she recoiled in shock to such a thing,
The birds that sang in love were ignorant of my tragedy.
  
The wind rustled the leaves on the branches, shaking them off.
But they would grow back always and forever.

Her hand touched mine and I felt a thrill,
I looked to her and we walked thru the woods.
We stumbled across the stream with laughter,
We walked thru even the worst of disasters!
Oh, how we loved and it all embedded itself into my chest.

She told me that it would never last, that she would leave and be long gone.
..now, I sit here in my chair, listening to nature once again. I sat dreaming of what might've happened; what I knew in reality kept me alive.
But, my imagination is what led me to cry.

That summer love that never existed,
And how love can be so fervently twisted.