summer lemon

lemons sting in the summertime

my lover comes to me

i take a seat amongst the sand

drink sap alongside he

my hair is damp the air is cold

my fingers are all pruned

i have my new red ukulele

the strings are ripely tuned

i strum a chord and look to him

he smiles finely 'mused

i take a sip of lemonade
thank god for lemons used 

my book is wet my hairs now dry 

the ocean waves to me

i press my lips and open up

i sing to serenade he

our love is fond for its newfound
the world has not gotten to us
i see no reason for bitter heart

in the sun there is no fuss