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that summer day
where he confessed his love for me,
and the smell of the fruitful cherries.
his skin caramel in the sunlight,
and his dark brown eyes that lingered of cocoa.
he would whisper to me,
take ahold of my hand as if I were glass and say,
"you remind me of summer."
"that gentle breeze in the air,"
"the gold locks that rest on your head,"
"And that carefree laugh when you look in my direction."

I'm once again reminded of summer when I look at him.
The bees that fly around to do their job,
The butterflies that break open from their cocoon.
The fresh watermelon on a hot day,
The red strawberries from grandma's garden.
The late night strolls
The summers rain
That look in his eyes when I mutter the words.
He reminds me of summer.

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