Summer of Love

Summer of love I love your memory

Smiling, holding hands, wining and dining

Laughing, playing, with so much life and free

Always together, our souls combining

Running your fingers through my long black hair

Our sweet mouths were closed while our brown eyes talked

A place of millions; we were not aware

Your safe arms holding me close while we walked

No one else can play our instrumental

It’s an unduplicated melody

One we stumbled upon accidental

I smile when I think of the history

Our love rises above the solar wind

And pulls stronger than the greatest black hole

A love so mighty we can not rescind

Alive and powerful we can’t control

Summer ended …our love will always be

Summer of love…I love your memory

Summer of Love
24 x 36 x 1.5 inches
61 x 91.4 x 3.81 cm
This painting is hi-gloss

Picture taken a little closer to show gloss effect

Why are so many songs and books based on summer loves? 

LoveSick

Close-up of LoveSick

My eyes refuse to cry; does it matter?

My limp arms no longer have you to hold.

Heart, why do you pound, then pitter-patter?

Lungs, I long for breath, please expand and fold.

Oh tears, why do ye hide? Set yourselves free.

Sad eyes, help the blue tears fall…push, kick, shove.

These empty hands are full of your memory.

My lonely fists clinch to capture your love.

Tears, why do ye resist?...flow again flow

Release yourself…today…tomorrow…when?

If my fingertips could touch your shadow

But for a moment we’d be joined again.

LoveSick, living without your love – feigning.

Gravity, pulling down my tears – streaming.

LoveSick
24 x 48 x 1.5 in
61 x 121.9 x 3.81 cm

Have you ever been lovesick? Do you think this sonnet describes it accurately? I'd love to hear your thoughts.