Young Love In Summer
Weep not at the close of a summer’s dream,
Nor think love will ne’er return another June
Remember things are seldom as they seem.
Cupid plays on the young his favorite scheme
Love in winter forever sings a different tune
Weep not at the close of a summer’s dream.
He ne’er dips a hand twice in the same stream
September bliss bleats like the mating loon,
Remember things are not always as they seem.
Fleeting are the loosed passions, like a meme
Strongly sensed at first, then vanishing soon,
Weep not at the close of a summer’s dream.
Infatuation offers not what one would deem,
Often making of a boy a gangly, gawking goon
Remember things are not always as they seem.
Lips grow cold and sparkling eyes their gleam
Seen in the light of a pale, luminescent moon
Weep not at the close of a summer’s dream,
Remember things are seldom as they seem.
Written August 27, 2022
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