Dear Love

Dear Love

Year after year you turn up and then vanish.
Although I know the end result, I still let you steal my heart.
I’m viewed as being dumb for letting you love and leave me.
But you always come back.
You’re an infatuation that I can’t seem to free myself of.
You are my childhood sweetheart whom evolved into my one true love.
You never stay away too long, and the pain you cause is unintentional.
In your heart you don’t want to leave but you know it’s for your own good.
I’m not fond of your decision but I know your leave of absence will better you.
And since you’re my heart, and we are one, anything that builds you up will strengthen me as well.
Although you show your face for a brief period of time, the moments that we share are precious.
Your never fading smile brightens up my day.
Your warm touch makes me hot all over.
Your dark body envelops me, leading me to believe that it’s just you and me against the world.
Your cool sweet tears show me that you care for me as much as I care for you.
Although everything seems pleasant, tension eats away at the relationship.
The fact of the matter is that, soon you’ll be gone.
I plead for you to stay, but this just instigates an argument.
You yell and scream: “Baby I gotta go, It ain’t nothing left for me to do here.”
I cry and tell you: “Baby will make it work, I’m willing to sacrifice”
Our bickering is pointless, because you are too stubborn to listen.
We say our peace and enjoy the rest of our time together.
When it’s time for you to leave, we each cry a stormy torrent of tears.
Each year you leave me wondering why I ever subject myself to this torturous heartache.
I guess it’s just one of the many disadvantages, when you’re in love with summer.
I cannot wait until we meet again on that twenty-first day of that sixth month.