summer love

Angel Red, Poet ghost writer

If  only we had met before

Before the earth separated us so

Before the cluster which future yet has in store

If only this happened before I had to go

Even now you’re only a line away

A toss across a room

Oh how much I wish to stay

But now my heart has retreated to its tomb

Maybe in these last sixty days

Or even later if life wishes so

That together our hearts will play

But for now our answer is no

So to you my summer love

If it really has been willed so

If the heat and emotion will fly like a dove

May it find rest in high branches without woe