Amidst the golden rays of summer's embrace,
Two hearts converged in a tranquil space,
A love as fleeting as the season's bloom,
Yet etched in memory, dispelling gloom.
Beneath the azure skies and gentle breeze,
They danced like leaves among the trees,
Whispering secrets in twilight's soft hue,
Their entwined souls painting a love so true.
Hand in hand, they strolled along the shore,
Footprints in the sand, a tale to explore,
Each sunset witnessed their laughter and sighs,
As constellations above told their love's ties.
Moonlit nights, their silhouettes entwined,
A symphony of hearts, melodies undefined,
Hearts aflame like fireflies in the night,
Their love a canvas, vivid and bright.
But seasons change, as do the tides,
And summer's love, like the sun, subsides,
Yet in the heart's chamber, a spark remains,
A reminder of love's eternal chains.
Though summer's love may fade from view,
Its essence lingers in skies so blue,
A chapter written in sunlit gold,
A tale of a love beautifully bold
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