The summer in your eyes

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Vintage Publishing
My longest and most favorite poem ever written by this left hand. Written on April 2009.

Submitted: July 13, 2017

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I’ve seen the autumn in your heart; I’ve heard the winter in your voice, I’ve felt the spring take part when I feel you and I am poised.

But I don’t think I’ve ever seen in my entire life, something so explicitly like the summer in your eyes.

And so my skin is weak and I will insist, take me to the highest peak; where I can’t resist.

My fantasies seem real but I am deprived, oh! How I wish to steal the summer in your eyes.

If I am meant to wait until your heart is mine, I will try to make a friendship with the time.

And when you settle down and you do decide, remove the winter from your sound but not the summer from your eyes.

Today I can declare how my writing is of use, I would not like to share, you, my perfect muse.

Your moon has many phases that spin my head around, and running through these mazes, frankly I am bound.

Can anybody tell how it is that you mesmerize? I would live one day in hell if I could see the summer in your eyes.

Never will you know what you became to be, though I’ve tried to show, you run away from me.

Maker of my stream; ‘Mr. cunning man’, master of my dreams, let me take your hand.

I’ve come to know your seasons, author of my cries, I wish to be the reason of the summer in your eyes.

Who else will write you poetry and desires reveal? When can I draw the line of symmetry so half of you I’ll steal?

This pen is my tool for my improvisation, and I am the fool of your depreciation.

I thought myself efficient but that was way before, to you I’m not sufficient but I can’t do anymore.

My youth is the trigger to your hope’s demise, don’t let that turn you bitter and freeze the summer in your eyes.

We know you are realistic and I’m a stubborn person, I think you’re pessimistic, someday you’ll learn your lesson.

Never will you hear again coming from my lips, that with you I want a relationship.

I rather have you when you fall and love you in disguise, than not having you at all or the summer in your eyes.

 


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