Summer by Ivan Guerrero Najera

Summer

The rustling of leaves
The bright of sunlight's stare
And nighttime breeze
It's here that you are mine
And I am yours

A life that love conceives
I see the wind blow through your hair
You stare through me with ease
Without a judgement or design
Of course

I have you where our time retrieves
True happiness, calm and fair
No one in doubt believes
Approaching where our hearts combine
With air

With water, and the drinks are us
You holding true, your love aware
Through fourteen eves
I savor all your wine
And drink it down with care

by Ivan Guerrero Najera

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