The words he writes, oh how contrite
The words she speaks knocks men from their feet
To write is to right, pen to paper is a gift
As words soothe, as melodies trance
She is my true circumstance
As feet often walk, as lips often speak
I hear your name from each birds' song and each day of the week
The strong men; battles have fought
To love like yours find
A warriors journey you've never made
Nor once, fleeted my mind
Run as we may, love as we might
I will never compare thee to a summers night
Summer has never felt such a tender embrace
Our sun it simply casts shadows from place to place
Summer would be so lucky as to taste your lips
Likely a retreat it would not make
Staying as it would, never to make a trip
Rays of the season would only shine on you; as the waters that comprise each lake
