your smile turns summer into a feeling
and my world tilts towards you, babe
i am a teen once again—
blushing pink
‘neath love’s golden rays
and i know seasons are passing
and only fools rush in
but before the fall folds. . .
allow me to relish your summer smile
walk with me along windswept forest
talk about fate, destiny and magic
let me be the flower,
and you be the sun.
Read the humble Maria @ Doodle Scribbles
