As it drops much below freezing,
I still find it most pleasing
To watch her smile in my mind’s eye
A view so embedded
To forget is to be beheaded
So I give my scarf a tighter tie
To feel her excited breath
Would make for a happy death
I fear no ice that causes my slip
My cold dry cheeks
Desperately seeks
The warmth of her soft wet lips
So the wind pushes rough
At this man, so tough
Attempts to put memories to slumber
Shake, I might
But smile, despite
I'll still remember my affairs with Summer
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