I need a Spring time kiss, a Summer love.

Remembering, maybe?

I need a Spring time kiss, a Summer love...

I need a Spring time kiss, a Summer love.

I wonder if love was ever real for me?

I asked the rising moon, my dearest love, I remember you, were we?

just myth and tale on my weary heart. Maybe just a dream?

I am very old and I accepted less,

once brave heart is sleeping and in sweet dreams.

I hear you whisper to me.

"Our two hearts are one sweet Johnnie.

You stole my heart In April and I remember our Spring time.

We danced by the lake and we talks and we talks.

You listen to me, you made me feel I was important.

I listen to you and we made forever promises.

You made me believe love is so sweet and I love you my sweetheart.

We had a loving Summer,

I remembered we never left the house on the weekends.

I remember you taught me to dance.

One, two, three, one, two, three, one."

Now I listen to the Nightingale song and I remembered we traveled to Basel.

Drank the sweetest wine all days and we roamed the beautiful city.

You were my Scottish dream and I was your Hemingway.

Dear Sheena, we tasted love, we were so damn brave. You were the most beautiful woman I ever seen.

You were so kind to me. I pray I was kind to you.

Now the poet had his Great lakes,

he had his memories.

He had learned,

you can never return to where you left.

Once he was drunk in love with a sweet lady and

he lost her in the tide of the sea, the tide of time.

He told the Lake St Clair,

please send me a Spring time kiss, a Summer lover.

Please make me believe love is kind, love is sweet.

I promise this time, I will listen more,

buy more flowers and we would dance for the sun, for the moon.

Please dear rising moon, send me a kind woman.

Someone to make me smile and someone to make me laugh again.

                  Coyote

Author's Note

Just words.

Reviews

[Paul Bell]

You would think in these enlightened days romance would be at the click of a button. We all know it's always more than one click though, and then Mrs Jones turns out to be the least romantic girl on the planet.
Lockdown has killed romance in its tracks. Can't even fly to the sun. Maybe 2022 will be better.

[Coyote Poetry]

I hope 2021 can be better. Hello Paul and thank you for reading and the comment. I work as a Overnight Pharmacy manager. People talk more now. A lonely world.

[Cherrie Palmer]

Is there a better memory than a Springtime kiss. This is beautifully penned.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Cherrie and I do agree.

[Weeping willow]

They are lovely words of memories that sound like a youthful love,We all have so many memories buried deep in our souls ;-] Nicely expressed.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my dear friend. I agree. With old age. The good days, become better.