Warm as the summer wood,
Steeped by the breeze,
The hot breath of sun light,
Scorches all the trees,
Beneath which I lie.
Sprawled on a blanket,
I gaze at the sky
While thinking of those
In love, like you and I.
Warm as the summer wood,
Steeped by the breeze,
The hot breath of sun light,
Scorches all the trees,
Beneath which I lie.
Sprawled on a blanket,
I gaze at the sky
While thinking of those
In love, like you and I.