i'm moving on because i don't want to be stuck in the past where the old you cares about me.

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.

i won't stop loving you.
not until all oceans run out of waves,
not until all stars fall from the sky.
not until the moon dims,
not until the sun stops shining.
because,
they won't.
ever.
and so will i.

it's been such a long time,
since i've felt your skin on mine,
oh what a sad crime,
and i can't see the moon shine..

darling, please take my hand,
and dance with me through the night,
watch me make a land,
for me and you tonight.

i'll miss your silver-tamed eyes,
they've always shined so bright,
they make such marvelous skies.
thus, this is why i write.

i like to write about you and i,
and our antiquated love story.
i still remember, even time passed by,
how you kissed my lips so bluntly.

i still see our rendezvous,
right past 9th avenue,
stealing petty kisses,
making silly prances.

i like to sing about you and i,
those secret little notes,
but darling, i won't pry,
but i'll do sent you a note.

i think i should stop here,
but ****, i'd miss you,
still i'll be right here,
writing about me and you.

sun-kissed dewy skins,
lovely sugar lips
adorn me, oh baby,
angel stolen kisses,
feel my heart aching,
tingly ugly bruises.

stealing daises from
your garden,
watch you kiss that demon.
heaven blessed us baby,
feel your stares, so deadly.

read you like a poem,
love you like a rhythm,
darling i'd die for you
a thousand songs i'd
sing for you.

just let me take your hand,
show you a little bit of light,
baby, we'll be ******.
walk me through the night.

watch you kiss that demon,
paint myself in crimson.
baby let me love you,
baby let me kiss you.

what a sweet, sweet angel,
but sadly, in love
with a demon.

I love you more than I love books,
more than I love running
around lovely meadows,
more than I love painting
grand dreamy skies.

I love you more than
i love dancing under
silver-lighted moonlit,
more than I love
gazing at the midnight
starlit heavenly sky

I love you more than
i love watching exquisite sunrises
and more than i love seeing
enchanting sundowns.

I love you more than anything
I have ever loved
With all my heart.