Summer Love

It was summertime
The trees were out, the flowers had sprout
You were having a bad day but there was something about the way you pout.
I consoled you, selfishly, because deep down I wanted to hold you
We chatted about your day, we came together in a mysterious way, but HEY!!  All is fair in Love and war, right?
One thing led to another next thing you know I was laying on your chest, your bosom felt so soft against my face

My blood cells were in a race against one another.  Maybe it was the heat, maybe I was in heat but my heart kept saying, "Keep going, you got something good."  Maybe this was the feeling I was longing for.

A park, a movie, a show, beautiful weather that gave a cool breeze whenever the winds blowed and like how the trees and flowers blossomed and bloomed, I hope that what we have grows too.

A boxer trains for months for a fight that could last for only a few minutes but how do you prepare for a fight that's spiritual, emotional, physical and plan to make this last into the eternal?

You don't.  You just put your best foot forward, try a few things, make a few things happen, wait and endure to ensure that the passion here is pure and then just watch and see how far that rocket soars.

Love is Love.  We give it, we take it, we get it, we hold it, we mold it, sometimes fold it and save it for another day, sometimes we have to throw it away, sometimes it's just left out in the cold for it to stay until it can find it's own warm place to stay.  Love is Love.

Summer, Winter, Spring, Fall.  All Seasons of Love are beautiful like Doves flying out of its cage.  It can brew hate but Love finds a way that shows you that hate isn't a way you would want to shape your heart.

(There was a story to this right?)

So as our Summer Love grew, we knew we had to find a way to make this move and not remain stagnant in the trenches of soft, gentle eyes, star gazing nights, the most playful fights, 4th of July lights, sharing beautiful sights, I can't tell you what the Love of Christ really is but this Love here felt like the ultimate prize, it would make a mother cry tears of joy.

We marched towards that next step and to each other, we felt indebted.  You gave me something I was looking for and I gave you...  Something but you were happy with that something.  Hopefully, that something could turn into a ring but we might have go through a few more test to see if we both deserve that bling...bling.

The mood always seemed right.  The days and nights it rained...lets just say we knew how to make it rain too ;-)

This might've been born out of a summer Love but you could warm up the coldest winters(the whole 3 months of winter: 70 degrees with you).  Our soft, gentle eyes forever star gazing into each other displaying a very playful fight that could ignite the fire of all those 4th of July lights, sharing each other was our beautiful sight because I saw a Universe in you and my ultimate prize would be to make you a mother that would never cry.

Wishful thinking but kiss me and that'll tell you everything.  Kiss me and you'll know your my everything, kiss me and even if your Love can kill me, FUCK IT!!!!  KILL ME SO I DIE HAPPY!!!!!; Dashboard Confessional bars

Sunrise and sunset, where it begins and ends I don't know but our memories have already been set.  Can't hold on to everything but you I wouldn't mind holding on to physically, emotionally and/or spiritually.  Great things that can't last are always remembered but a memory of you in my past is a strong contender for my brain.  And I think you won that bout the first day we met...  Now kiss me dearly and freely until you feel you've had enough of me because I'm the one in Love. You won and I don't mind giving up that fight. :-)