In summer's tender, golden hue, Where dreams in hearts began to brew, Two souls danced beneath the sun, Moments shared, a love begun. Whispers brushed on moonlit shores, Promises of evermore, Yet time, a fleeting comet's trace, Swept passion to a distant place. The days stretched long, the nights were sweet, Yet fate, it seems, was incomplete. Leaves of fall will sweep away, The memory of that summer's day. Though paths diverge, the heart will keep, A memory folded, a dream in sleep; A season brief, a love so true, A summer's word, its promise blew.