summer's delight

oh my, oh my, my summer’s delight!

has the sun painted your skin?

or have you hidden under the shadow’s might?

shall you ask me what I think

as I beg a spare of your time.

under the trees for a quick nik?

for all my flesh remembers is you

and the way the south wind pinched our skins

as we bike around the village pint

did I wait? Of course, darling. I counted.

I counted all the time wasted,

for time is a waste without you and me in it

let’s reminisce all the flowers that bloomed

the buzzing of the bees,

just like the words that I spoke too soon

buzz me again, alter what I’ve done

as if saying I love you was a s