Summer rolls off a calendar
Like rain dripping off an umbrella.
No where to go
So it doesn't matter.
He takes his time
As he walks through fire
Trying to understand
His massive desire.
For the taste of red wine
That outlines her lips.
Bubbles form in his stomach
Like champagne after her kiss.
Midnight approaches
And it seems like an eternity
He misses her
And her sublime beauty.
Sleeping in romance
He gently waits
For another chance
To hold her grace.
With the scent of lilac
Filling his bedroom
He needs her back
Now is never too soon.
Once again he tries to dream
By replacing her voice
With the winds breeze
But it's not enough.
So far away
But so strong is her hold
Non-religiously he prays
That their love will stay bold.
Without her things are dark
Like a starless winter night
She's the beating inside his heart.
She's the source of his light.
In every way possible
She's his bad habit
Physically and mentally
But mostly through emotional attachment.
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