A perfect orange and blue sky
At nine thirty PM, with the wind still a force
And the perfect amount of humidity
We know that summer was made
For weather like this
Perfect to enjoy the view from the pier
The crashing waves in the bay
You kiss me on the face, not on the lips
The gaze in your eyes promises that
It’ll always be forever
But really, we all know that love, much like summer
And perfect climate doesn’t last forever
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