He strokes her hair with his fingers,
he kisses her on the lips,
they pass the time with words unspoken,
their feelings self justified,
love is young,
the summer is warm.

they laugh together,
fool around,
sweetly passing time,
love is young,
the summer is warm.

she tosses and turns,
she awakens,
her eyes fall on last nights clothes;
she sighs, falling back into her pillow,
love was young,
the summer was warm, in the Land Of Nod.

Aww it was a dream?

I hate those dreams, they drive me nuts. I usually wake up crying from them cause I don't like being separated from he whom I was with in the dream.

For 2 or so years it was the same guy. Didnt know him outside of my head though. Wish he were real .


It's a great poem, I love how the end twists. The last line makes me think it was a dream, either way I love it. You just glorified summer love .

nice poem

I like it!

my favourite of yours so far, Aiko.
xx

Mine too! That's why I put it on the homepage!!

  oh yeah.
the image in my head for this poem is very vivid.
awesome.
xx

This is so beautiful. I'm crying because it's so touching!