Pure love,
It was building up inside me
a melody of notes
that were created
by the sound of your voice.

The memories, they were falling,
like the thunderbolts we were gazing at
in the summer months,
that June.

You remember, you were giving me theories all night.
Then I felt it.
Like that glow,
people are coming.
They leave and you wait,
the next summer shower,
for the next one.