Bittersweet Summer

Bittersweet Summer

Now comes the time to open all the doors -
To smell the scent of Jasmine in the air;
Head to the glowing sands of closest shores
And leave it all behind - your dreams, your cares.

But I'll not watch the children play outside
And run their way around the bases - worn;
I shall not watch the ocean's rhythmic tide.
The battle in my mind, it rages - torn.

I'll love and I'll remember this - the taste
Of sweetness on your lips - the taste of me.
But now it seems the Summer's only waste
Was that I could not let our love just be.

I've learned the harshest lesson of them all -
A Summer's love, though short, is all but small.