
But merely a teen, and wide eyed and fresh
A sweet lullaby wandered my way
Her beauty was new to me, each rise of her chest
Had me yearn for her more of each day
My will was soon lost, and all else as well
As the first buds of longing I felt
She was heaven incarnate, the depths that I fell
From a man who one stood, I now knelt
The Summer so passionate, chest upon chest
Smoking doobies and rolling in dunes
Making love in the ocean as summer sun set
And now was never too soon
She knew of the power she held in a smile
In her touch, in her walk, in her voice
I was smitten and bitten all of the while
Enchanted beyond even choice
I once slept by her window just to be close
In the dirt, in the brisk cold of night
Of sheer adoration I overdosed
Yes even her wrongs I deemed right
Too needy, too desperate in retrospects eye
I can see now so clearly and stark
But at merely eighteen, when your hearts fields of green
Twas ignited by her every spark
The connection so close, I swear I could hear
When she'd need me and call to me, soon I was near
Our lips spoke of madness, to create a child
Though mere children ourselves still in school
the forever nights of entanglement wild
I saw never ending, mere fool
I would notice that thing between her and him
Till inevatably it took place
when she walked out with him, something deep broke within
The disdain and the pain of replaced
From nights filled with music and making sweet love
Through a summer of passions extremes
Was she sent from below, was she sent from above
Was she sent to extinguish my dreams
I do not regret that I gave it my all
I held nothing back of myself
She set me to flight and she sent me to fall
And left me as somebody else
Was my very first pilgramage into the fray
Of adorning and joining of spirit
I smile to myself now remembering the days
Of just her, and nothing else in it
They were such times as now don't exist
The world far more friendly and free
Than the times of a summer long lingering kiss
Both beginning and ending of me
Ive never known such divinity since
Than when you were my world, and I was your Prince.
About the Creator
Heath Francis Doolan
I became fascinated with writing from eight years of age othat grew.into songwriting and I moved to editing stories for the arts.
I'm currently writing my first novel.i love making words come alive To evoke images and emotion.


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