Each hour sweeter than the last,
As words flow soft as summer wind
Till neither future lives nor past.
The night air wraps around us warm,
July’s breath honey-thick and sweet,
While crickets keep their gentle time
To match our hearts’ sustained beat.
Your hair, caught in the starlight’s grace,
Releases hints of summer rain,
Of wildflowers drunk with sun,
Of secrets I can’t quite explain.
Beneath the wheeling summer stars,
Each word between us floats and weaves
Like fireflies that dance and drift
Through shadows of the willow leaves.
Your laughter ripples cross the lake,
A sound more precious than the loons,
While stories spill like scattered stars
Through endless summer afternoons.
The warmth of you pressed close to me
Outshines the summer’s fevered heat
Your arms, a haven I have found
Where heaven and earth so softly meet.
I breathe you in like evening air:
Sweet clover, moss, and something more—
A scent that speaks of summer dreams
I’ve never dared to dream before.
Hours pass like shooting stars,
Too swift, too bright, too dear to hold,
Yet each moment burns deeper still
Than any story ever told.
Your head rests gentle on my chest,
Hair spilling silk across my skin,
While conversation ebbs and flows
Like waves that pull the moonlight in.
If I could bottle up this night
This essence of a summer’s dream:
Your warmth, your scent, your midnight voice,
The way our quiet words stream
I’d wear it like a talisman
Against the winters yet to come,
To bring me back to this still night
Where two hearts beat as one.
For in the heat of summer’s peak,
With stars strewn thick as heaven’s lace,
I found my world could all exist
Within your warm embrace.
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