He has tan skin and sweaty hand.

Under the sun, his feet above the white sand.

Beside the ebbing waves he stand.

His lips arch north, looks grand.

An annual scenery medicine for my heart,

An annual romance only in summer start.

Like summer day, warm and bright.

Like summer night, bathe with moonlight.

This is a love that ended fast. A love that never last.

𝑃𝑜𝑒𝑚𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐵𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑛 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠