Summer Love is a sequence of Fib poems. This is my selection for the Fibonacci Poetry Challenge.

We don’t remember spring time, dear. Once there was summer…that was clear, and a joy to recall, isn’t it?

A love poem that I wrote in the middle of class.

It was a summer afternoon, music, sun and sand.

Lust.

Acrostic love poem.

Summer Love.

-It was summer when I first learned about your troublesome personality. But it troubles me more when I found myself so close to you.

Enjoy.

Just come back from holiday and wondering if your life will ever be the same again? Busy packing your jewelled flip flops in anticipation of what’s in store when you step off the plane? Well, here’s a nostalgic look back at my holiday romances over the years – some wonderful, some disastrous, some I’d rather forget. But hopefully something you can all relate to.