There are some people who touch a heart,
They give something never to part.
What they don’t realise in their fun and play,
The opened a new world to come their way.

Although you mature as you in time pass,
Remember it was real love not a farce.
Things for that person will never change,
For there’s a chance they’ll never love again.

Remember my dear summer love,
With sleepy eyes and moves so suave.
You touched me in a special way,
That is forever going to be mine to stay.

You may run and pretend and avoid me,
Remember that you are killing me.
Some things change but not the love,
That is the same just like the above.

For one day when you come to ask around,
Bouquets of flowers will you surround.
For it stopped my heart in my troubled breast,
To give it what it needed, the greatest of rest.

For that is when I will truly live,
In my perfect world we did conceive.
Out there I’ll sit and wait for you,
Holding my hand for my love so true.

Summer love you claim forever to be,
But you are but everything to me.
You touched my heart for that short time,
To become Immortal in this sad life of mine.

By Anisha Achankunju (C)19th October 2010